Poetry

Because You Ask

written by: Vern Palliser

Was all that love was, a season to pass,
A hole in my lung, I gasped in the dark.
With no one to see my spirit escape
I reached for denial; was handed my fate.

Pictures of virtue,
a pretty facade.
Inspired by voices of adulation,
Aspired with dirty designs.

Since You ask, I will tell
How am I feeling?
Not surprised, not the same.
Yet the gap you masterfully left
Was filled by one I casually met.

Yes - a moment with her is sweeter
than a year of your embrace.
And her words are ointment,
where yours only pained.
But I only say
and confess.
Because you ask.

Why the sudden tear?
Was the pain you caused me all you had?
I'm sorry to see you like this. In tears now shed.
Why the sudden fear?
You must know my heart is truly hers and yours no more.
It was once sold cheaply - but redeemed with love.

Vern.

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