An Encounter Poem by Ember Ash

Chanced meeting, oh! What feelings it had brought.
Exuberance masked the pain apt right just as it was taught.

Sweet was the surprise, Bitter was the taste.
Sour was the after, leaving anger hot in place.
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All the expectations all the yearnings, vanished into naught
All the warmth all the attempts frozen to a knot

Summer gushes, chills of the autumn came.
All but winter freezes, were the only ones to stay

Ice cold were my fingers, lingered on the keys of your name
Maze lost were my thoughts, dwelled on the intent of your role in the game

Enough of the wall built, there is no more us to speak.
Enough of the apathy, there is no more left to give.