believed,
and that was the first
and only
mistake
choice
I
needed to
make.
You
ask me
if there is a God-
(-dess)
and a tear escapes my
eye
at the question,
its salt sting streaking
my face
wet
with mourning,
as I grieve
(in silence)
the knowledge
(now lost)
that
once upon a time,
not so very long ago,
I
was
Yours.
“We are our choices,”
wrote
Jean Paul
Sartre.
You
have, from
the moment
we met,
always been
Mine.
Mystifying, intriguing, powerful.
Good stuff
Mrs. F, I’m not one who enjoys a lot of poetry but this piece touched me…
Thank you for saying so. 🙂
I liked the strikeouts, the word play…very conversational read, taking a little walk inside your mind…
Great work!
Thank you. 🙂
Your words make me cry today. You are awesome my friend.
Bises,
Dawn
<3
“We are our choices”
Bittersweet.