Writing

I chose to lose you,

to lose the love you gave me.

I had to leave you.

I didn’t mean to

let our relationship die.

I couldn’t take it.

Our love looked perfect,

My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.

People brush past me

Clouds shift across the sky

The sun inches down

The sky turns warm

I hear people

Yelling,

Laughing,

we're so close. 

I am wrapped in the touch of another 

suspended in a state of contentment

and soft safety. 

the lights in my room are warm

and in the mirror 

Walk up to the table

Tell them my name

They look at me

They look at my opponent

"Red" they tell me

Walk to the center of the mat

Put on the red anklet

Turn to my coach

"Lets get a win" he says

He is heartless, they say.

But why did he give the little girl

A piece of his meager bread?

He is calculating, they say.

But why does he not take advantage