#sonnetiithealgorithm

She had black eyes and scarce drew near The only girl I’d ever seen A nervous hunter lamping deer She was just scared, she wasn’t mean

His therapist said to forget He said he’d already forgot He grimaced but would watch and sit While she untangled all the knots

Sara, why did you leave his side? Six minutes, two years of his life You are the moon and he the tide He did not want a trophy wife

Alas, love comes, and sometimes goes So we must hope, for no one knows...