Chocolate Covered Foreboding
Musings of Neglectfulness
a woman’s heart awaits
a single day each year
her mind and heart filled
with romance, hopes, and dreams
but her lover is forgetful
priorities elsewhere
believing he will have time
finding a token of his love
both share expectations
but one’s is not the other’s
hers, a gesture of love’s depth
his, a depth of love needing no gesture
misaligned expectations
two broken hearts and souls
covered in failure and sting
where now resides a bitter pain
walls rising from the aftermath
a cold shard pierced each heart
will love endure the spreading chill
in slighted affirmation
do sweet confections relate
feelings of deep rooted love
or careless lack of thoughtfulness
careless procrastination
heart shaped box of chocolates
truly don’t testify of love
as hasty devotion, witnesses
to future neglect and woe
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