My True Love
I think of you at the strangest of moments, remembering, with some sorrow, how much time I spent pining away for you with my broken heart and my soul, hoping our “connection” would someday make me whole. The day when you told me I was your best friend. The nights when I felt like my world would end. Then it happened, you fell, your heart forever gone. In His wisdom, of His will, I had no choice but move on. The dance that we did from the moment we met. I’d end up with something, on that you could bet. When you didn’t come back how could I stay drawn? Absent minded, I forgot, it was easy to move on. The lies that you told from the very beginning; no match for the way that you kept my thoughts spinning. A decade of chess and my faith was your pawn, by His grace, for my life, I moved on. The game that you played without sharing the rules, in sickness and in health I remained, Queen of Fools. So many years later, when the night turned to dawn I finally decided