Suzette Richards (Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)
Your key does not fit the door.
We cannot meet anymore.
I have tried to say 'Goodbye',
but you will be the one to try
and keep this pledge as before.
The champagne stood chilled,
ready for our glasses to be filled.
The lights are turned down low
and the music playing is very slow.
This last meeting by me willed.
The coded knock on the door
signalled me to quickly pour
the glasses to half measure.
I let in my life's treasure.
Your presence fills my very core.
Our bodies hungrily entwine
fuelled by the ample wine.
Passions are riding high
as you finally say, 'Goodbye.'
I know that you will always be mine.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
are all we have
My resolve cave
Only stolen moments