He saw her face again, under a
different circumstance; memories
still lingering within the fragrance.

What they had was but a diversion;
the acquaintance of familiarity
at a fork in the road.

Their attraction was the means
for her mental distraction from
the cuts and abrasions inflicted
by so much broken glass.

The prick of affection; skin
bleeding from the vulnerability.
His heart believed what
her words conceived.

The autumn breeze became
a deep winter freeze; waiting
for the spring thaw, in silence.
Their connection severed by expectations
the distance to great to overcome.

She turned the other way,
someone new caught her eyes.
Love was the guarantee;
the promise of their demise.

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