having moved on

‘The gentle breeze touches her face, 
as she walks by  nonchalantly with an intoxicating grace.’

He barely noticed her this time,
even though he could hear her ever-beautiful earrings chime.’

‘Having learnt his lesson, he was a man facing change,
he had given up on their photo with the heart shaped frame.’

‘Enough was enough, he was ready to seek refuge in the future unsought,
he had accepted the score with her to be one to naught.’

‘As he made peace with this imaginative  loss,
 it became easier for him to ignore the sound of her callous laughter when she passed across.’

her

A broken heart trying to be mended,
like the last act in a play can never be appended.

He was trying too hard to put on a mask of normality,
with the aim to maintain an aura of formality.

There she was, teasing away with a gentle wave,
only if she knew that was just enough to melt those knees brave.

How may he ever describe her to you,
in the fear that  you might never understand what his heart construed.

Once turned down, you think his heart would listen to that brain?
his heart was too full to even face her, will he have to wait for it to drain?

His faith was repeatedly tested,
as his mind was in her one glance arrested.

He did all the right things,
longed for her for far too many springs.

It was that one question he asked her,
ruined it all between them, turned that young man into a broken prisoner

Nevertheless, he always had that flailing flicker of hope,
that kept him going, to make his heart and mind cope.