dVerse Poets – Prosery

When it is over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it. There can never be enough of that first sight, that first butterfly movement inside, your touch and my response, deeply felt and cherished. It was this feeling we shared for a while, for a few years, only to be diminished by the everyday machinations of life. It was for me a believed dream that ended softly, slowly, and disappointingly.