His face displayed the undertones
He’d tried to contain in his bones
When he saw her after a while
She could clearly sense through his smile his heart’s bemoans

She coughed up her every detail
Of what had him and her both ail
He listened with a lot of care
He cleared his chest bare, then said all’s well that ends well.

*Week 16 Florette of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Florette consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a 
Meter: 8,8,8,12 
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

P.S. We’ve both been away from the blog for what seems like ages. My phone was stolen and he was in no mood to write without me. It’s found now😊. All’s well that ends well.