a young lover’s dream and i sigh
i recall that odd feeling, it is faint
no doubt about it - how if he had
asked i would have easily fallen
to my knees
at the end of my marriage i thought
this too, i had assembled a plan and
it like a bad ferris wheel with too little
too lose, lost its hold: i dream of my
anger now - me yelling ifs and buts
but the truth is had he said in love put
me first: even a week before the court
hearing i would have easily fallen
to my knees
now there is this abyss: that calls me
i am tempted to call each moment of
every day, tempted to text him every
moment in each hour for see, i am
old but i still recall how it feels when
a man holds me and how i now have
no need to ever fall to my knees
