Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

pursuers and pursued

18 April 2014



in a dream,

in retrospect, in review,

love’s timeline,

a real Who’s Who,

all I remember pursuing,

and even the rare few

by whom I was pursued.


those times I briefly juggled,

when my heart was torn, confused,

those times I even had

to run from one or two,

like little scenes

played out on a stage,

each resurrected heartbreak


witnessed again in plain view.

I woke up crying,

broken by memories, old and new,

although, perhaps my tears

are for tomorrows,

alone, without you –

the pursuers and pursued?




18 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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