Compulsion
I feel compelled to write again
about this girl, ad nausium,
as though she will appear
because I do.
She said “You’ve got to let her go,
because her pain will only grow;
you’ll reap what you have sown!
It’s only selfish,”
But I know that behind those words,
She thought, “Your children are like swords
to me—oh, aren’t I adored?
It’s now, you fool, or never!”
And when she knew that I would stay,
She lingered for a bit to pray
then carried on her way,
and we wrote letters.
We talked about the things that changed
about me, and of her deranged
arrangement with a Northern man,
among whom she had darkled.
Then she fell into an abyss.
I may have saved her with a kiss,
but when the chance had come to her,
she missed; may God forgive her.
Copyright © Julian Garretti | Year Posted 2019
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