"in her arms"

a story in poetry form....

you ran away so fast

you just left me in the wind..

i was mere dust under your tracks.

 

her arms must have been readily available
 

you immediately dismissed my existence
you stopped calling...you didn't visit.

 

you gave up all thought of me..

to her arms, you did go..

 

i know you needed love

i just couldn't give in that soon,

i just wasn't ready...

 

my heart wanted to be ready.....

it was me;i didn't want to rush things like i'd always done before,

but you were so easy to love..

 

that smile.

your kiss.

your oh so delightful embrace..

your sweet voice wishing me a good day

 

you always wanted to know if i need anything...

if my shirts were starched how i liked,

you would laugh watching me catch three snoozes..

 but you would silence for my three minutes of praying.

 

we got as many last minute holds and kisses as if i were on a business trip to mars..

i remember your eyes following my movements

 a glance in the shower...and the sniffs of my cologne..and to the last brush of shoe polish

 

i remember all those things...

but when at the end of the day when i couldn't completely give into you...

you left behind swinging doors..
and your arms fell....into her arms

 

i know you needed more,

but from me, you never really got to feel that..

but believe me..deep down to my core- you, were my prize
i just couldn't afford to award you completely-soul and mind

 

i knew you would need more than i could give
again, you were so easy to love..
to be at all fair..i knew i had to set you free

i couldn't lead you into that dance

that's just not my tune..

 

when you left it made perfect sense..

you needed to do what was right for your tender heart..

but then, this..

this. did. not. make. sense....how'd you love me at 9 and be in her arms at 10