Stray
Patrolling her territory,
my world,
never coming when called,
always checking in
distant and affectionate,
refusing my offerings
until just beyond my reach,
owned by no one,
she is mine and I am hers.
This nebulous non-arrangement
somehow evolves
my capacity to love
and accept love
without labels, trinkets,
tags, or attachment.
Then she’s gone.
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I followed imaginary garden with real toads’ Flash 55 PLUS! Prompt, complete with optional “Worlds Apart” vs “Extremely Close” themed challenge. This was a fun one. I feel like it’s been too long since I hopped on the lily pads and played a bit.
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
I can see everything you write about in that wonderful pictured face.
Ah, bitter-sweet but still to be treasured.
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A beautiful and simple expression of the sweet sadness of an unusual love.Complicated beings have complex relationships. ..no agenda…no attachments, no trinkets but tis love all the same. One of my favourites of yours!
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This seems so true… when you least expect it affection comes, and then it’s gone.
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Sounds like the perfect relationship!
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Then she’s gone…good job you didn’t get attached then huh?
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This has a bitter-sweet tone and hint of melancholia to it. Powerfully penned.
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Sanaa, I’ve been trying to comment on your poems, but my comments never appear for some reason. Just know that I have enjoyed your work… especially the one you just wrote about the seasons.
I’ll try again tomorrow, but I’m over technology right now…. grrrr… argh…
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