Wisely

She bolted. What was she to do?
I'd made me hers, and she was
Pleased, but, ultimately, I became
The choice it made no sense to
Make: a man whose love was like
A bomb, a ticking thing which
Put at risk the edifice of all her
Life. She kept the edifice instead,
And pushed the bomb beyond
Its walls. From far off, she can
See it ticking. Does she miss its
Gentle sound? She may, but she
Has saved her life. That's what
She had to do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-05 at 14:34

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