A Present Now Unfelt

Twas once a time you stole my heart,
  then Laura stole it back

Through all those years our hearts on fire,
  she waited and she sat

She hoped one day our lives would part,
  to never meet, as then…

Her voice so soft cried through the night,
  “I want you back again

You need to promise this time,
  that you’ll never leave me cold

And even if you dally forth,
  as your Muse she will behold

I heal you of this tragic drought,
  you brought upon yourself

And give you back the future-past,
  in a present now unfelt”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Note: My Poetic Muse (Laura) takes me back after 5 years of writing prose ....