I believe what I can’t touch
was never enough to embrace
the trepidation brewing over the confusion
that imprisons my musings.
The ransom requires my self-esteem
paid in full before the day’s rays
warm to early summer.
At the creek, I spilled words,
tears, shakes, and sobs.
As I ponder, I blow out my lips,
jumping into the deep end.
I’m drowning in guilt over the man
for whom you left me.
What I believe stays, but only if she does.

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