The door slammed,
Metaphorically,
But it was loud.
It closed all chances,
Betrayed feelings;
Love in a shroud.
Embalmed the heart,
Pinioned wings
And severed
Connections felt;
Passion
Undelivered.
A gust came then,
Wafted through
And left,
Refreshed the soul
Though heart was left
Bereft.
Storm clouds clear,
Skies lighten,
Blue breaks through,
Sunshine promised
And heart may still
Renew.
A lottery
Of love
And broken hearts,
So life goes,
New tickets
Hope imparts.