It was to be an evening of remembrances
filled with small confirmations of ‘yes’…
to seal a love that required no words;
It was not supposed to be like this,
staring down, dazed, into a serving of char…
What, I pondered, could the fare possibly reveal to me?
Perhaps what is wrong, or so difficult;
maybe offer me a lesson or two in life,
or tell me how afraid I am to look up,
terrified at what I will find, staring back
waiting for a silent confirmation
for that which I so desire…
It is trying- this wanting, mixed with uncertainty;
such forces, how easily they can destroy;
how they twist perceptions and bend reality,
how cruel, how harmful…
We flicker in shadows, reaching, missing,
wishing for that which is so elusive, just a phantom,
finding solace in our dishes of char…
Honorable winner
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