NaPoWriMo day fifteen. Poem number fifteen was inspired by a line I heard recently in a TV drama which I thought was such a sad line that I had to steal it for the first & part of the second line of this poem. The poem is called Elegy for a Dying Love…
I am losing you.
You do not know it yet but I see it.
I see the snatched looks;
the side glances;
hear your quickened breath;
feel you tremble when he is near. Continue reading “Elegy for Dying Love”