Another poem… strangely enough.
on Saturday, the End of the week,
to end our affair.
I sat and listened, dumfounded into
silence, confounded into compliance.
I held back the tears I wanted to shed
I held back words I wanted to speak
the right was not mine
to make demands
We two severed into separate ways.
We parted as a path in a wood.
I would never see her again.
I would never touch her, or
feel her presence next to me.
She was gone.
Our affair ended on that
end of the week.