Breakup

He spoke a foreign tongue-only my dreams could detail- that kept the whole me captivated with its charming newness, Our hearts danced to the rhythms our bodies created as we entwined to realms our spirits flew in. ...But with time, my efforts to understand his words tarnished with frustrated impatience. Maybe I was too hard to hear- I couldn't listen to the bitter resonance of my heart, or he never did utter a phrase, and my imagination was comfort in that cold haze. ...but I'll cherish our time as it were. Copyright © 17 Feb 2006, All rights reserved