game

it started as a game 

a game without the rules 

invented as we went along

that’s how it was with you 

excitement slowly building 

a stairway winding up 

maybe we climbed to quickly 

I never looked closeup 

should have left out feelings 

and kept it as a sport 

before it got to serious

and I found that I fell short 

need a different perspective 

need to get a grip 

need to rethink all of this 

stop shooting from the hip 

you weren’t the only player 

you are not to blame 

going in with eyes wide open 

culpability is the same

I think it’s time to walk away 

my purpose has been served

there’s nothing going forward 

now that the road has swerved

the memories I take with me 

bittersweet at best keeping 

feelings I keep close to me 

but aborting all the rest

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.