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Prophecy on an Autumn Night

‘He won’t always be the most significant event in your love life.’
Words spoken to me on a grim autumn night long ago,
When everything had gone awry,
By a friend who would go on to be so much more,

Did I suspect even then that he would be the one
To supplant that very title?
I don’t believe so, but perhaps I should have,
Strange, how these things work out,

He held that title a long time,
So long I feared he would never relinquish it,
But he did,
In the end,

When I think back to that conversation,
The me in my memory smiles,
‘No,’ she says as she looks him up and down,
‘And nor will you.’

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Lauren Phillips is a language teacher and writer with a deep love of words in all their forms. She uses writing to help her process her own tangled thoughts.

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