Echo Sonnet No. 13

It is traditional to have 14 related sonnets and a final master crown or 15th sonnet as an end cap which seems like a lot, but even so I ended up running out of space to say everything I wanted (needed to say) and so below is the 13th which skips over perhaps too much (mayhap I will do several apocryphal 13a b and c’s at some point).  Or it might have been better to do just one epic poem like an Edda and just keep adding to it.  It is a funny thing, it is often easier to express things in writing, often thoughts I didn’t even know I had or a way of looking at something forms or some word choice takes new meaning as things progress.

Regardless, thanks for doing me the honor of reading them.

Love and words fade after the last touch
A fortune and you don’t love me like that
Late July spent one last night a nonesuch
Then you were lost after one final spat.

I rode as the wind and hail lashed my face
You were gone leaving only words cruelly
Late October you creep in the wrong place
I saw you and another, you didn’t see me.

Time passes and then by chance we meet
Then I answer after you call, call, and call
In boldness you throw yourself at my feet
Proclaim that I was the only one after all.

That you are the moon and I am your sun
Ours is a love forever and never be done.