happily neverafter


sitting here in the silence
i find myself asking questions of myself
questions i don’t want to ask
answers i don’t want to know
i look at you
as i study your face
the disgust in your eyes
the lines which tell your tale of confinement
in a marriage
that became a prison many years ago
i ask myself
why did it have to be you?
couldn’t i have said ‘no’ and moved on?
why did i love you so easily?

decades later
there is no love story here

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