He had only been gone 10 days, yet,
it seemed impossible to think of anything else.
Was it I who told him we were done, as I sit
there calmly blowing smoke rings?
Typical of me to remain indifferent under pressure,
keep the scare out of my words.
Shut out all the voices telling me he might be the one.
Don’t recall where the old me had gone.
Where I once had been gentle, I had turned cold,
and convinced myself it happens.
Love was a risk I wasn’t willing to take anymore,
but, deep inside I remember a time when I
was ready to climb Mt. Everest to give into
That was another lifetime ago, when I met him.
I was the bartender where he frequently came.
Taking orders and thinking all the while,
he was all I would ever need.
@ donetta sifford 7-7-2013