Black Sheep

It was such a long time ago when you said

there is a method to my madness, and

cliches sounded sweet coming from your lips,

and poetry sounded epic

from your strong hands.

It was such a short time ago when you visited

me from your European swirl, and

begged me to stay

down on my knees.

I believed in poetry

like a Catholic believes in Christ.

I believed in you

like a woman in love.

I lost some hope

when you became the black sheep

inside yourself. You said,

 

I have a spot next to me, just for you.

 

You said,

 

You have the art in you.

 

I said,

 

Silence waits for us.

 

We put the phones down and

destroyed our sanity.

And it was not such a long time ago

that you loved me

and left me

for all the reasons you first loved me.

 

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17 comments

  1. Dustin · March 2, 2016

    Wow, Chrissy!! The ending really did it for me. It’s sad, but it leaves you breathless, gutted and begging for more!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. writinglioness · March 2, 2016

    Loved it all, especially the brilliant conclusion! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Mary Cathleen Clark · March 3, 2016

    Beautiful and sad. 😦

    Liked by 1 person

  4. vishalbheeroo · March 3, 2016

    What words! Can’t help feeling sad at the end.
    Hugs and kisses, Chrissy:)

    Liked by 1 person

  5. lorigreer · March 3, 2016

    This poem evoked memories of lost love and betrayal. Well-crafted. Each word needed to be there. …

    Liked by 1 person

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