Bones To Bury

Someone was waiting to meet you.
You met them but didn’t get on.
Your heart was broken quite quickly,
by a girl of whom you’d grown fond.

An exciting sub-plot was ventured,
but this someone was waiting once more.
You’d grown so much as  a person,
you forgot what you’d disliked them for.

And perhaps dénouement was coming,
the climax a sweet memory,
but plenty more time together,
in a house by a lake and a tree.

The End

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