The Arrow

I’ve just read a true tale of
profound love and heart-breaking loss.
The perfectly matched pair,
the exquisite family,
the vibrant, overflowing life.
They had it all. They did.
Some do, you know.
And then the poison arrow struck.
Just like that.
Had the arrow been biding its time,
jealous of such bliss?
Or is there no arrow?
Just life and fate and things that happen
as we walk unknowing through the days.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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