I:
Dear Diary,
It was not hard to understand,
The feelings that he stirred in me.
I don't really think I was ready,
But he had to have his way with me.
As he pulled back the coverlet
His eyes gleemed in the candlelight.
I felt his callused hands upon my newness
And trusted him with my life.
His words were all I could have wanted
As our fingers interlocked, then splayed.
Nobody told me how much love hurts,
But I loved him, anyway.
He gently kissed me on my forehead,
And told me not to cry.
He used his beautiful lips
To kiss tears from my eyes.
I knew I had forever changed
As I watched him button up his coat.
Then he gently reminded,
I should not tell a living soul...
II:
Dear Diary,
How could I have known that I would love him,
But be left to deal with this alone.
I used an alias on the forms,
So nobody else will ever have to know.
I wondered how I'd feel when it was over,
When I've heard the doctor say that he was through.
I wonder how long I'll miss my baby.
Ending it was all that I could do.
As I walked alone along the Boulevard,
I realize that I must hurry home.
I told them I would be on time for dinner.
(God, please don't let them ask where I did stroam)
The heart can take a body many places
That you never dreamed your soul would go,
Can make you do things you never thought you would.
Most of all, the heart can lay you low.
I wonder if our paths should cross again,
Will I tell him of the ended pregnancy.
Perhaps if he had not gone away
We would have been a wholesome family...
I often write from a perspective outside myself, because as much as I am a poet, I am a teller of stories. Two Entries does not argue the case for it's subject matter. It is not based on any personal stories I have heard.