No Vacancy!

Our love blossomed floral foliage,

 resplendent with vernal scents.

Animated hearts hummed sanguine tunes,

life reveled under a canopy of euphoria.

And then windmills of change rattled a strife,

a squall of distrust blew whorls of inky smoke

suffocating me in virulent fumes.

Fidelity eclipsed felicity,

my bruised heart bled red.

I patched up my wounded heart with a promise

 to let it remain vacant forever.

Sadje’s WDYS #123

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