Is long a place where love grew cold,
For pervasive thoughts left shattered dreams.
Memories of her rip through his dreams.
Obsessing his mind, he cannot lie,
Then words erupt, both harsh and cold.
A mask assumed, Hannah’s heart ice-cold,
She turns her back on their shared dreams.
Their life together now a lie.
Each day they lie, too cold for dreams.
This tritina poem was originally written for the Musty Candyfloss Challenge in Poetry, Anyone? over on the Beta Boards. Thank you, Julia, for setting such great prompts and being the most amazing Poet Laureate (which should allow me to meet my 100 word requirement for submission.)