now I know

 

 I didn't go away mad,

just stepped behind the iron curtain
from forefront to backstage
out of harms way

we talked of you
and you alone
all the while...
my heart pounded
then ceased to care

I used to be jealous of this "Grace" 
always mentioned
surely, an angel of mercy
never to be known

all the things I thought
wished for - that never came to be
a blessing in disguise
He knows what's best

now I know...
looking back on that brief memory
my future, the winning hand
an Ace high flush

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