Contemplation of Ruination

You tell me you love me,

It’s hard to believe.

I have done something awful,

But you do not leave.

 

I have given you the truth,

About that thing I have done.

You still come to be with me,

Instead of run.

 

I can’t look at you,

You don’t look at me the same.

Something grows inside of me,

And will never have a name.

 

We talked about a child,

Hair, height and eyes.

And now my mistake,

Causes one to die.

 

I wonder if your waiting,

For this deed to be done.

Then you’ll walk away,

And find your son.

 

What should have been mine,

Another woman will carry.

My lifelong love,

Another woman will marry.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Wow, so heavy the burden lies upon ones
shoulders when is deceptive then comes
clean, only to lose ones love in the end..
Nice write...

[Coyote Poetry]

Th mistake and desire of life leave us sad years later. Most of us are holding pain for deeds done and we question them too late. The story was powerful. Sometime we look at each other with different eyes. A sad ending to a very good poem.
Coyote

[luciddreamer]

ahh..the heartache of this one...good write :)
Peace
Robin