How can this healed heart hurt again?

Awash with self pity of life’s unfairness.

A momentary ‘teddy tantrum’ of conceived injustices.

Ah but my hopes were unjustly focused

On your unfulfilled relationship.

Will I wait, step back and allow the thread to unravel?

A year and a day

As all good Celtic stories go

The future of Dolmens and lovers,

Unsure

Shrouded in the mists of what might be.