Not One More Time

The golden sparkles
Lit the sky
As your arms encircled me
Pulling me in deeper and deeper.

Where were you in the old days?
You asked
We would have been lovers then.
Yes, and then you’d have run

Now I run from all the terror
All the pain
All the heartache that had no joy
All the ugliness I could not bear.
We are not lovers now
We were not lovers then.

I couldn’t make myself
Take a chance
On something I knew I’d lose at.
It was already lost,
It was gone before it could start.

The common ground beneath
Disintegrated into a dark hole,
and swallowed you into it’s muck.
I held on to the edge and clawed my way out.
I just couldn’t do it one more time.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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3 responses to “Not One More Time

  1. “I couldn’t make myself
    Take a chance
    On something I knew I’d lose at.
    It was already lost,
    It was gone before it could start.

    The common ground beneath
    Disintegrated into a dark hole,
    and swallowed you into it’s muck.
    I held on to the edge and clawed my way out.”

    This is exceptional, Deb!

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