At a crossroads again
With the ghost of my regrets
Spirit of the stairwell
We can only ascend
"We'll always have Shoe Factory Road"
she says
As she plunges the dagger
Into me
So slowly,
Taking her time
Twisting the blade
Deep
between
Bone
and the guts
I never spilled
Before her
Holy Matrimony
She tells me she'll
Always love me
Beyond physical means
Cutting even deeper
While she's everlasting
with my soul successor.
Standing on ceremony
I should have never
Held my peace.
At a crossroads again
with the ghost of my regrets
Spirit of the stairwell
*Only I can ascend.
This was particularly difficult for me to write. I reached a point where I was living in regret of an idea I romanticized to begin with. Growing up means watching the one that got away get married. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt about this. Then I thought to myself "Why? There's nothing I can do other than grow beyond this" It was a necessary intervention.
