We never really hit it off ― he and I
but oh how we tried.
And it was lovely at first,
it really was,
until that fateful day.
The spell finally broke,
the magic drifted away,
and I think we both felt the sting.
But we also both craved
something deeper ― meaningful.
And that something
just couldn’t
be found.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
Sad and poignant.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing this! 🙂
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Always happy to share your posts!!
xoxo ✨😊
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And I really appreciate that! 😉
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sweet
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Thanks, Jim 🙂
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Beautifully written and sometimes yes things don’t work out but they still leave us with something ineffable – not always dramatic and heart wrenching – just that sting that you mention. Loved this.
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Thank you…. I think all of this has been coming from watching too much “True Blood” Lol…
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😂😂
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It’s funny where we find our inspiration sometimes. 😉
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