The whispering started as I approached.
I slowed down my walking
I did not want to encroach.
Was it love just starting
Or ending in recriminations and reproach.
I turned and left them to it
To return another day
To gather the words and feelings to begin a new play.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo by Jane Risdon
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