175. One Year Later (Myshkin, 2021) · quatrains

This greatest love That never was Moved clouds above, Broke ancient laws. Reflected pain, My lonely heart Is always slain By love and art. But sorrow fell On fertile ground: New feels to tell, Profane-profound. My heart was scared, But not with you. I dreamed and dared, Yet partly knew Our dreamy tale Was slightly mad And bound to fail— You can’t be had! When traumas scream And fear kicks in, We hardly dream And don’t begin. One year ago, Two lives apart, Nowhere to go, No thing to start. Alive and well, Alone and bright, Tall tales to tell Of that first sight, One quirky redhead, Badass girl, Will tease the dead And take a twirl. She woke me up— It’s time to write! A poet’s cup, My lifelong right.