Without Closure

Without Closure

 

While out walking

alone

As was always

the case

He discovered by

chance

Although some

might say fate

Her discarded gold

chain

And that old broken

cross ..

Yes, the one she

refused

Not to wear on a

date ..

Of his love though

there was not

Even the slightest

of traces ..

No DNA flake

not a fingerprint or

hair even ..

Nor her essence

was ever to be found ..

 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

wow so many questions but I enjoy the mystery of this poem. You really leave it up to the imagination of the reader to hypothesize on what may have happened. This was dark but in a good way. Nicely done Neville.

[Neville]

thanks Carlos ................................. N :)