her expectations as mistress aren’t going anywhere
he steals into her chamber in the cover of the dark
silently, he leaves in the wee hours of light
lonely, her heart never knows respite
our expectations become the mistress of life
guiding us from shore to shore
from here to anywhere
we keep sailing.
It’s fun to take part in challenges again. I came across the ‘Three Things Challenge on Pensivity101’s blog‘ and decided to give it a go just to get the writing juices flowing again.