if he loved You,
as much as You thought he did,
if he loved You,
half as much as I do,
he would never have done
such injustice to You,
never would have
betrayed Your allegiance,
never would have
left You alone
for this last dance;
no worries, then,
mi amor,
as he shuts that door,
I am here,
unworthy of You,
but standing
next to the open window,
forever,
Yours.
July 16, 2010, for the Wifey.
Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
7/17/10
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