Vantage Point

We all should have seen it coming.

vantage point 

The translation of thoughts.

Has become an unspoken poetry, this exotic bloom bearing a scent of a distant truth, raw emotion that resonates within the depths of one's soul.

An epic drama rises and unfolds; oh, how sweetly awaiting the climax yet to be told: this impossible love;

Now orbits with an arctic breeze, beyond fantasy passages.

Passion shattered like a broken dream when you once serenaded a silhouette against my heart, when empathy held us together.

All we ever needed was more.

              Then words, but now it's gone.

              So much has now been forfeited.

              When there was much we once 

              Held onto. Everything By the   

              Fireplaces are memories of the 

              Crescendo ends on a frosty

              Note, from my vantage point.

       

Author's Note

A love that has grown cold and left this empty-hearted froze.