Once upon a time he loved me,
Whispered words to make me thrill;
He grew quiet years ago now,
And his silence haunts me still.
How I long to hear, “I love you.”
Eyes of ice give me a chill….
I can still remember when we
Danced and frolicked in our prime,
Dreamt together, took vacations—
That was once upon a time.
❧ ❧ ❧
Decastich (10-line poem) in trochaic tetrameter, with alternating feminine and masculine endings
Syllabic count: 8-7-8-7-8-7-8-7-8-7
Rhyme scheme: xaxaxaxbxb
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