Opciones

Like the choice between the crashing waves, but the discomfort of the ocean. 

Like the difference between the images in bed, and the awkward sin in motion. 

When the premonition has been read, but the option is still holding. 

The hand has long been dealt, but you are not yet folding. 

Author's Note

First poem in a while! Just giving my emotions a GO after a recent break up. Please be honest!