Your hand slips into mine,
the fortune teller notices
our smiles with glittering eyes
she’s convinced
there’s a future between us
she smiles & invites us in
Laying down cards one by one
it reveals the betrayal and secrets
that will keep us
from the love that has swept us into a whirlwind
We turn to each other stunned
but a laugh begins,
she replies, “Sorry, no refunds”
I like the playful quality to this one – despite the tragedy of which it hints.
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Thanks. I struggled with this one for a bit but happy how it turned out.
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