Her eyes suddenly flew open, unsettled by the dream
Finally their lips met in the middle of the space, but he wasn't who she should have been kissing
Her eyes eased closed as they leaned closer still
They leaned in so close they were breathing the same air -conspiring
She wanted to tell him the truth but her words did not come
He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand
He raised his eyebrows, sensing her nerves
She looked at him her eyes wide with worry.
Her eyes settled closed as she dozed off to sleep . . .
Today's prompt was to write a poem that tells a story backwards. As you can see, I had trouble thinking of lines toward the ending of the poem/beginning of the story.
The journey is almost over!
-Sharon
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