One,
I've heard it said that heartstrings can be tugged,
Jostling not only what dignity we may have left
But also the hope that any lies ahead.
A better word perhaps would be something more cutting,
Strings that are tugged can be shrugged,
Mine were nearly ripped.
Two,
As my sanity starts to kick in,
I hear it spoken and I give in.
My heart starts to cry and I want to shout "Yes!"
But they're right by my side and tend not to agree.
And I wish that my life had a storybook ending,
Before grasping the end of the line.
Three,
Again, it's asked of me,
And this time it's almost spoken.
They're beside me again with their smug little grin
Shattering what has been broken.
And I know that in time we may be in rhyme
But for now any rhyme is a shadow.
Four,
I hear those words that trigger the clot in my heart.
And what did I see?
Opportunity.
And they're not there beside me today.
So I whispered to him, with a smug little grin,
"Yes",
The correct thing to say.
Now I'm waiting for five,
But if I'm correct,
It's not even worth waiting for.
With approval of three,
And approval from me,
I feel like we've opened the door.