I never hit her, although once she took a swing at me.
I put my arms up, and she bruised herself on one more bony than she.
I never left her, until the day that she left me.
I had patience. The kind that lasts a lifetime. Till there was no more we.
I never loved her, but I thought so when I was too young to see.
Only blinded till I wasn’t any longer. It was just stupidity.
Copyright © 2012 Bill Friday
I am not sure how to feel about this... so I leave you now...not sure how I feel, but know that you have provoked much thought. :)
ReplyDeleteKeep punchin'? Or missed point.
ReplyDeleteRemind me to tell you a story I have about this. It's not the type of story I want to tell in public.
ReplyDeleteI love this, and not because it's the type of poem that makes me think happy thoughts. It's because it's told from the point of view of someone who is *looking back on* the situation, and not from the thick of it.