I am no Savior
I can speak his language
And read his mind
Sad for me
It is not returned
In kind.

I feel his impatience, sense of doom and gloom
He doesn’t know ---
I can guess his next move.
His lies POP like
Water balloons.

He will be sorry
Of course,
Bandage my wounds
And kiss my scars.

My fingers will slowly trace
His
Perfect face.
His tears will fall and
Press on my cheeks.
I will
Surrender as
I am weak.

I am ragged, drained and tired.
So,
I shall sin
Against the one
I love most of all.
I will not save him
Because, me….
I want to live.