Poet’s note: I started this one intending to be something called “lyric” but it turned into something else.
Love seemed so incredible and magical.
Love was true and possible.
Love was a bond between two of the same.
Love seemed to be waiting just for me.
When love became a far-off fantasy.
When love became impossible.
When love seemed stuck on appearance.
When love seemed not meant for me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017