Vows

 A cord of three strands is not easily broken (Ecc.  4:12)

That’s a truth

It is sometimes however, unraveled

By the very hands that wove it

I have not forgotten my vows

Here it is, poetry to my one and only you, and you will never know it

I suppose it’s true, I should thank you and also the maker

For binding me to something expansive 

It led me to look for a life with a view

My error and sin I think

I overestimated fortitude (my own)-

And uttered some promises that I could take it all in technicolor, like a Goldwyn Mayer film of us, regardless of the plot lines we’d show them all

I meant to.

I accidentally lied

You don’t ask and I won’t find a way to tell you how it seared my soul

When you choked me with your strand

And I sought to understand it, accept it and redefine love because of it

I would have joined my strand to yours and choked my own self 

A few more years

If only 

We could have left me a little breath to live on,

While you ran on mountaintops sucking in air.

I mourned

You only saw a stone

The cord was not

Was not

Was not

Easily broken. 

You will always run those mountaintops

Glorious in your self-adoration and type A never lose, goal seeking ways

That you will always have.

You will not always

Have a strand of cord with which

To choke the living breath from me