prendre la balle au bond © mich

She should. But, can she?
She doesn't want to. Till says he.

Down the trodden path, footprints left behind
Yesterday's imprints framed in the mind

Time, this length of void between
Casts its silent shroud unseen

Words offer solace and hugs, much more they mean -
These splinters, a fragmented dream

Wretched being, a soul despaired
Lips departed from the cup once shared.

Silence reaped a bond between
Words unspoken bound her and him

Chagrin immense, she could not say.
Pangs repined this forbidden display

Disdain and chides she bore before
A frame of a thousand words she saw

The cogwheels clicked and made a pair
A remnant shard had no place there

She tossed a die, she lost the game.
And now, she must forget his name.