Some things we only use once.

A moment taken.
A stolen kiss.
A breath, lost on wind.

A line crossed.
A fatal blow.
Trust so fragile, vanishes like frost in the sun.

A tear dropped.
A dream forgotten.
A childhood skipped, unnoticed till now.

A life lived too soon.
A heart, not yours.
A seed that grows into a child.

A promise made.
A promise broken.
A secret told, no longer hidden.

The finishing touch.
The last word.
This final line of verse.


Written by Francis de Aguilar Jan 2015©
art direction: Claire Palmer



By Francis de Aguilar

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