
When next I reach, know I will hesitate,
The gulf between us is one breath too wide,
Cruel twist of fate that leaves us desolate.
***
Crushed by my feelings, quite inconsolate,
I thought you’d be a constant by my side,
When next I reach, know I will hesitate.
***
I stand on dock amidst the crates of freight,
Your ship will sail without me, on the tide,
Cruel twist of fate that leaves us desolate.
***
You swear you love me true, my soul’s bond-mate,
I thought you’d stay, but now alone I ride,
When next I reach, know I will hesitate.
***
A black-bound letter awaits at the gate,
Life and health gone, summarily denied,
Cruel twist of fate that leaves us desolate.
***
I am quite numb, my feelings insensate,
Your shell touches land, no longer my bride,
When next I reach, know I will hesitate,
Cruel twist of fate that leaves us desolate.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.


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