If I had Only been Enough
The first time I felt my sorry heart break
into pieces on my tear dampened lap,
a new feeling washed over my body.
It wasn’t anger, hatred, or disgust-
but like my soul had been torn from my chest:
returned to me in the palm of my hand.
Composure; that’s the word- it’s difficult
to keep your composure when you can’t breathe,
when the clouds overhead are cast aflame.
I do want to forgive your guilty face,
but each time I look at it, I can’t see
the remorse in your eyes, the tears in mine
have fallen continuously since then:
since I lost whatever spark that we had,
and it kills me to admit that I’m tired.
No matter where I search, I can’t find you:
I can’t find the person I knew before,
the one who would “never do such a thing”.
It’s eating me alive, the thought of it:
your eyes studying her beautiful frame,
your mind longing for what’s kept out of reach.
The thought of you looking at someone else
the way I thought you only looked at me
strips the glue from all my broken pieces:
I wonder what you see in me at all.
Part of me understands why you’d do it:
the other half is wishing you hadn’t.
All that I wanted was to be enough,
to be the one you are afraid to lose.
Forgiveness; that’s the word- it’s difficult.
Copyright © Faith Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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