How am I to know
if it was lust, if it was love,
a true wanting or just a thought
before your choice to go?
What am I to do
with all of this for which to yearn
and all the lessons I take to learn
that came from no one but you?
Can I even pick up the pieces
of this heart we know you broke
and the shadows in me that you woke
with an aim that never misses?
Will I ever not feel
either like too much or too little
of a song played in the fiddle
where every string is just left still?
When shall I be the one
without asking, for I choose
and I am the thing they fear to lose
as pillar of shared life and fine home?
13/10/2023
