There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Saturday, June 15

Dark Lady

You came to me in a dream,
dressed as death,
as an old woman in a cloak
offering me an apple.

When I invited you in
I put your apple on the counter
and finished making cookies
inquiring, do you want some tea?

You kindly accepted
we shared tea and cookies
you excused yourself to the bathroom
you returned as yourself

You smiled at me
I said to you, I knew it was you
then we laughed 
and you went out to enjoy your day

i tossed the apple and smiled
I know who I am
I know who I am to you
Ill be glad when someone feels the same for me

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