'Staccato'

Wordle #42 from The Sunday Whirl

~Staccato~

He’s dubious,

Not to be trusted,

With a petulant manner 

Of a rotten child,

He’s latching onto her,

She darts away, 

Covering her metallic heart,

But his youth billows,

Melting her rebellion,

For a brief moment

Fusing the staccato

Of the two lives

Into one.

Then he leaves, 

And she’s left with

Another scar to treasure

In ruins and exile.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur