No chance for love poems now.
Maybe we’ll find another way to say it.
I’ll be so glad when it’s over,
when he finally allows it all to be destroyed.
I was so foolish. Wasted so much time believing.
I tried to make the break, tried to leave
but never could.
Mom was right when she said
I was a creature of habit
and didn’t manage change well.
From the way things are going
it won’t be long now.
There were circumstances
we had to put up with.
We are, we did & we will
until the bitter end.
It’s nice to have a place
to mourn my losses.
For that I’m grateful.
I have given up on the carpenter,
the builder has disappointed me
beyond redemption,
but it was worth it
being here with you.
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[Editor’s note: This poem was previously published on the Open Arts Forum Front Page in 2021 and is featured here again as a tribute to OAF’s rich history. Cheryl Leverette passed away on May 27, 2019]
