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| Botero, "La lecture" |
She sits to read her favourite book,
pages filled with places she longs to visit,
flavours and scents that lace dreams,
footpaths to one day follow,
of that she is convinced.
And people she will meet and share
a meal, a story, a bottle of wine.
But the words begin to blur,
sentences swirling before her,
so she stops and looks away.
She knows the story by heart
lines etched into hopes and desires,
to be weaved through wistful thoughts.
Page 5 a chance meeting on a train,
chapter 2 they share a macaroon,
to holds hands and by page 86, a kiss.
How she hopes this will be the time
he will realise how special the girl is.
She resorts to tearing out page 125 but
still the girl will break his heart in chapter 7.
Like a cobweb, her dreams are fragile
strands, delicate and flimsy, based on
flawed hopes and unforfilled promises,
made up of chance and prayers and
years of wishful fancy.
In time what has it amounted to?
but pages filled with the same
characters, and places with names
that don't exist on any map.
What if she got it all wrong.
© the dishonest woman
