Sometimes....

Sometimes you start a poem and you know exactly where it's going and other times you get started and it just kind of wanders off on its own. This is an example of the second. Here it is...such as it is.

Hand in Hand

Long ago

She captured his heart

As they held hands

But young love

Seldom lasts

And they stopped

Holding hands

Life happened

With hope and joy

Sorrow and pain

And

Paths diverged

Dreams achieved

And shattered

But a quiet longing

Marked them all

Every night

The stars knew

Their longing

They wanted

To hold hands.