Fault Line
It seemed a simple brief affair
telling the truth about our flare.
I knew he'd be hurt and cry
but it's always best to know why.
My shortcomings were apparent,
the silent days were absent and errant
and something spaced between us
that neither waxed nor waned with trust.
One day his love for me endured,
another and he wasn't sure;
other days he'd hesitate
and we'd both say let's clean the slate.
Then he'd think of her
as I thought of him.
Regrets rose repeatedly with force
spewing guilt and deep remorse.
It seemed so simple to say the words
as we spoke goodbye tears of our discord
only to meet again the day after
but no feelings brought back the laughter.
We are creatures of habit, liars
drawn in by the mind's desires,
the body wants warmth and pleasure
easily forgetting what once was treasured.
The fault is within us
failing the momentary discuss
to recover what was lost
but once the line is crossed, we pay its cost.
The truth, the fault line -
was only mine.
I loved more than i knew
and the price I paid, was losing you.
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