A Quadrille is a piece of formed poetry exactly 44 words in length. This one is written in response to a prompt on dVerse Poets Pub.
I tell people the love I had with you
has spoiled me for all others.
But the truth is
the memories I cling to
are but the fabrications
of an aging woman
who will never really know
if you ever loved her at all.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
I like how you described this perspective of whether one is loved or not.
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Oh, I like this one. Seems no matter how head smart we are – the heart has a different IQ.
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I never knew what a quadrille was.
Your poem is lovely.
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This is a lovely poem, precise and centered. Tender beautifully spare use of nuanced antithetical, that shows a truth underneath. The spoil prompt word also framed a question of truth vs appearances for me.
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Late late late to reply☹️. We were in out of town for an extended Thanksgiving Holiday.
So nice to find your Quadrille here. Ah yes….you’ve captured the aging mind wondering if something was or wasn’t the way they remembered it way back when. And matters of the heart can indeed create a quandary.
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