Poses

Suppose I say
goodbye to you
and treat you
as I'm loath to do?

Suppose I leave
you high and dry
and with no
explanation why?

Suppose we go
our separate ways
each in search
of brighter days?

Suppose I don't
and, instead,
I lay with you
and hold your head?

Suppose I settle
for status quo
and stay to watch
just as you go?

Reviews

[James]

Interesting. I sense a struggle here. What to do? when to let go?

[Gaia Octavia]

Indeed. Difficult questions to work through. Thanks for the review/request! ☺

[charlie]

I suppose there are two choices in this poem: you're either a big girl (or boy) and walk; or you're a masochist.

[Gaia Octavia]

Indeed. I actually wrote this about a friend who was just a one-way blackhole of neediness. I was struggling with some guilt with wanting to wash my hands of her. Shortly after writing this, I hitched up my big-girl pants and cut ties. I will go to the ends of the Earth to help a friend, but when it's constant and I am taken advantage of, I no longer accept it as being "okay" ☺ Thanks for the review. I'd forgotten about this one ☺

[Misery]

The risks of taking any chance. The long list of 'supposes' that forms in the mind. I could feel the unease of taking a chance on someone as I read your words. Nicely crafted, dear poet.