Calling It

Another day that’s gone
A night that stretches long
Spent alone, inside this tome
I swore would be enough-
It wasn’t.
I kissed your lips and gave it
That dreaded ultimatum
And wondered why our promises
All failed and why we made them-
We shouldn’t have.
I felt sure I’d be your choice
That you’d listen to my voice
But when you said no, and turned to go
I knew I’d exhausted all my ploys-
But one…
To fall down in the mud
To beg and spill my blood
To leave my pride, respect behind
For that fraction of your love-
But I didn’t.
I wouldn’t.
I simply couldn’t.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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