Point of Inquiry

Feathered pillows nestled

Carefully across your hips

Moments of quiet desperation

Never once uttered

In a closed room

Awaiting service at 12 noon

After the waiter left 

And we devoured our meal

Silent satisfaction settled in

Warm in the sunlight

And you , you were

Up for a fight

Point of inquiry

A moment in time

Questions asked 

But not answered

Seeking new points of inquiry

To settle a disturbed mind

There was hope but 

it was all in vain

Love was not a memory

That was destined to win

We could shove it all forward

We could bury it in the past

But with a point of inquiry

Nothing was built to last

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by Bill Ferguson

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