Friday, May 08, 2009

a poem

The bridge is burned
you can't return
to the light you snuffed out now.

You chose instead
to go ahead --
believed the lie inside your head
and must go on somehow
without me there...
did you care
at all
about me then?

Was is useful, then, to keep me 'round
when all you did was frown
upon the very core of who I am?

Did you, just once
hold back the punch
reserved until you knew?
Did you enjoy
to toy
with me no matter what was true?

Faithless one
we are done
the bridge is burned
you can't return

you lit the match
and
without a glance
threw it on
before you learned
that you were wrong
all along...
you were wrong.
-- mjr 9/11/05