Poetry

The Morning After

And I know exactly what to say
But struggle to find a way
To let you know the beauty you doubt
And still leave myself some way out.

So that these things I’d have spoken
Won’t leave me with dreams broken
When twelve short hours from this noon
Your heart has dimmed from sun to moon.

And what I dreaded, my thoughts to myself
Is the emptiness that you would create
After, when you had made a space for yourself
In my life, that you then chose to vacate.

“You deserve better and I deserve better”
And I suppose there was some equity in that letter
But left to wonder, as I was, what more I’d ask for,
I wondered too, what it was that I couldn’t give more.