The Missed Tryst

                   "The Missed Tryst"


It was always then, an anticipated time and place
When and where I'd get to see his handsome face.
         We'd meet for a week and stay;
         Seek, find, work, and play.
         It was a time to love and 'be';
         Walk, talk, and easily breathe.

We'd journey together pass all the familiar signs,
Places so high among the eagles and tall pines.
         Where folks from afar gathered
         For fun and food that mattered;
         There at a folk school of fine arts,
         All engaged in studios of favored sorts.

As times before, we designed our plans
To eagerly trek Blue-Smoked Mountains.
         At last the time came nigh.
         But with a shuddering sigh,
         Discovered sadly there would not be
         Our chance for a romantic destiny.


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