Monday, October 20, 2025

where's the spark?

I search for any signs
that this love was true
I wanted to feel a spark 
between our fingers
that would tell me 
that you were mine

we spent hours stargazing
under midnight sky and
yet at dawn’s arrival 
the questions still
lingered within



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11 comments:

  1. JadeLiOctober 20, 2025 at 8:55 PM

    You pinpoint that angst so well here, Arcadia.

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  2. Jae RoseOctober 20, 2025 at 9:21 PM

    Oh, the promise of looking at starry nights so disappointingly taken away - jae

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  3. shaun/tenzenmenOctober 20, 2025 at 10:32 PM

    Oh, I remember her....

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  4. Kim M. RussellOctober 21, 2025 at 3:12 AM

    Poignant and familiar, Maria, especially the stargazing and questions - and the angst.

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  5. Ron.October 21, 2025 at 10:16 AM

    Oh if only the first spark always worked. Sometimes you have to try and try again.

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  6. paeansunpluggedOctober 21, 2025 at 2:58 PM

    That last line so poignant! Beautifully crafted, Arcadia.

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  7. brudbergOctober 21, 2025 at 3:00 PM

    So sad when that sparkle isn't really there

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