Word of the Day Challenge: Mawkish
He wanted me to meet
his Soulmate, the Love of His Life
a woman like no other.
She was a poet, an artist
acerbic and sweet
a delicious mixture of confusion and hope.
So I sat across from her
and watched mangled words and metaphors
die on her overly red and nicotine stained lips.
I mourn for those minutes
that died on the clock that day,
gone forever never to be had again.