Sherry

I met her
today.
It’s never when you think.
Hell,
it’s never
who
you think.
But there she was.
Hair,
a brilliant sheen
of raven wing black,
eyes,
the purest,
most raw form
of cacao
you could ever find
in nature.
When she spoke,
the subtle accent
of a distant land
was like a symphony
to hear.
When we locked eyes,
it was as if Time itself
had paused;
a gift that just the two of us
could share.
But she
had already been claimed.
She had awakened me,
though.
Awakened me
to the idea
that there are woman out there
who are not broken,
not bitter,
not callous,
and are aware of their will.

Another time,
another place,
perhaps we could have been more
than just two loving faces.

~LT

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