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Waited; or Tryst Gone Amiss

 

Waiting

In Autumn’s bliss

You said we would meet

Yearning to plant a kiss
Softly across your lips
Leaves falling in a whisper
Like your warm caress

Wind
Rustling like a hiss
What did I miss?
Is this a tiff?

Cold day
Even longer night ahead
Going back inside
I silently wish

Morning
Will serve up a new dish
Dish of your warm, savory smile
Sprinkled with warmth and love

Thank you for reading🙏🏽♥️

Waited; or Tryst Gone Amiss was written for the prompt, WDYS.
http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/10/05/what-do-you-see-361-5-october-2026/

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