Choices

You remember waking up to
warm bodies intertwined
every daybreak, every sunrise
a musical loop that serves to remind

You loved the sleep in her eyes and
the taste of morning on her lips
Hours of talking and reminiscing
in between smiles and coffee sips

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She liked hers with cream no sugar
you took yours black and sweet
Those lazy Sunday mornings
in between crumpled sheets

You remember her hand in yours
how it was such a perfect fit
and how holding her in your arms
was as natural as instinct

Now
your sheets are still crumpled
but your coffee tastes bitter
your mornings are chilly
and you know that you miss her

Your bed is empty
it looms larger in your room
as you focus on the ring she left
next to a bottle of her perfume

Reminding you of your choices
and the right you had to make them
Reminding you of your promises
and the right you had to break them

One moment you’re drowning and
the next you’re dying of thirst
All you know is the moment is gone
and it could not be rehearsed

The choice was yours to make
it was the choice you chose to take —
your choice became your burden
your greatest mistake

Some live and some die
in that one moment of regret
The moment moves on
but you will never forget.

 

“We are our choices.”  ~ Jean-Paul Sartre

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Inside These Fortress Walls

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If I could get enough of a running start
I would leap above these walls (you’ve erected)
catapult myself straight into your heart.
I would join you inside your fortress
and never look back

I would dodge every cannon ball
each and every archer’s arrow
I would fight an entire army
I would slay every pharaoh

I would spread my wings and fly
clear this serpent-filled moat (you’ve constructed)
glide through your lantern-lit window
and land softly upon your chamber floor,
I would gather you gently
behind this closed fortress door.

I would humbly kneel before you
hold out my  scimitar sword..
~
you can run it right through me
without a single word.

But as stillness embraces this darkest of night
I beg you to witness this weary phoenix’s flight
With tattered wings
I risked all for your heart,
I saw the end of this journey
before I saw the start.

If you would allow me to stay
and give me a chance
this is the last play
my very last dance
What it comes down to in the end
is what’s right and what’s true –
In the end its just me
and its you.