The moon was not full on that fateless
night.
Two would-be lovers missed their only
cue,
and pristine sheets remained intact.
No glass was thrown in anger at a
wall;
the red wine was not spilled upon the
carpet;
and blows were not exchanged.
No feast was held in honour of an
honoured guest;
no speech was made; no glasses charged
and raised;
relief’s sighed exhalation broke no
tension.
Unwritten poems roamed through
restless heads,
but found no place to rest upon the
page;
those undiscovered truths lay
undiscovered.
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