The Fates Are On My Patio

The wind blows fiercely,
chilled to the bone.
Howling through air,
yelling, screaming.
Launching them forth,
old dreams past,
Throwing them by,
a tumultuous pass.

Cruelly, viciously
reminding,
Once a happy maiden –
wanting.
It wasn’t meant to be, they say,
It wasn’t meant to be anyway.

Hiding in shame,
a comforting place.
Questions surround,
the usual space.
I could ask why,
a thousandth time.
Alas, why the hell
should I?

Cruelly, viciously
reminding,
Once a happy maiden –
wanting.
It wasn’t meant to be, they say,
It wasn’t meant to be anyway.

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