He thought she was beautiful;

he admired her intelligence and wit

and wanted to listen for hours to her voice.



He wanted nothing more than to be with her;

to spend every day and hour by her side,

to be the one she turned to in need.



She thought him the kind of man who listened,

who understood a woman’s mind and ways,

one who would be there when she turned in need.


Once, yes once

it was so between these two.

Familiarity breeds contempt, the saying goes;

Contempt is an emotion, strong and deep,

but boredom and loss of enchantment,

ah, those are the dust that smother the light

and turn what once was

to nothing,

nothing at all.



About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to Once

  1. julespaige says:

    …they say it takes two to tango, and relationships are built on compromise, love and hard work. Fooey to dust. Guess I’m one of the lucky ones…

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