Departure…

she sobbed
against my shoulder
in my arms
as I held her tight.
knowing what had to be…
I asked,”Do you want me to leave?”
she answered, “Yes.”
and because I loved her

I did

he and I passed each other
on my way out the gate
and I secretly hoped
he’d trip
on the chain
of the heart-shaped anchor
I was dragging

*poetry prompt on twitter shot an arrow right through my heart this morning. The prompt was. “What’s the craziest thing you ever did for love?” I’m sure a lot of people put things down like, “I jumped up and down naked on the jumbo-tron at the sports arena.” or “I had sex in an elevator, on top of a dishwasher”…..I don’t know….

Mine, was that I let go.
Because it was the right thing to do.

But 140 characters, looks like this:

she sobbed
in my arms
I held her tight.
knowing what had to be
I asked,”Do you want me to leave?”
she answered, “Yes.”
and I did

But, it needed more. “Old westerns” taught me that in order to get an arrow out…you have to bear down and push it all the way through. It’s gonna hurt like hell…but it’ll feel a lot better once it’s out.

It’s better now.