Pleonasm

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Ignoring the faint sounds

Echoing failure

Of past lovers,

My heart created an illusion

Of a tangible love

When our souls connected.

The perfect cadence

Between chaos and calm.

A symphony of euphoria

Wrapped in arms

Where the mind raced

And endless conversations followed

Creating countless versions of You and I

Lost under ink blue nights

As we count pulsing stars in the others eye.

However, as fate would have it

Somethings are not meant to be

Possibly we met too early

Not yet conscious of our ability

To articulate the incoherence

In wait at the depths of the abyss

To finally shape the ethereal

Language of love

Our potential was untapped

Prolonging the suffocation on pride

Too absorbed in ourselves

To finally be left with nothing

But the faint echo

Of yet another lover.

Olsfred James 2016©