Two Fine Fools
I still recall the earrings that you wore ...
White gold, a gift from me on Christmas Eve,
The Tanzanite and Diamonds you adore -
To match the jaded heart upon my sleeve.
How I remember all those little things ...
The small specifics of the time and place,
Upon the nightstand, your once precious rings,
A symbol of the pledge you did disgrace.
Oh, I was just as much to blame as you,
Tall tales that with a kiss you could betray,
But never did I push the knife clean thru,
And bring another to our bed that way.
But here's the thing that made the act so cruel -
You knew 'twas HIM I'd hate ... the OTHER fool!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Fool Me Once" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
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