Poetry:

Me… not so alone

 

I should begin by saying I was wrong.

I thought I was independent and strong,

          that I didn’t need you to survive.

I find myself wandering around

          all the places where we’ve been,

Wishing I could turn back the pages

          that I wrote.

 

I should be able to take back the words.

They cut through your heart like swords,

          I know because I saw your face.

At the time I thought they were true

          and spoken with validity,

Until she came to me and exposed

          her lies for what they were.

 

I should have come to you then.

All this pain would have been forgotten again,

          and we could carry on our path.

I constantly wonder if it is too late

          to find your love for me once more,

But I have found another love that may

         have to be enough.

 

I should tell you about this.

All I can think of though is your kiss,

          and how it warmed by soul.

Will you go through your life

          never knowing I have found survival,

In the arms of another man…

          your son?

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