I taste it,
tongue darting out,
flowing down my cheek.
My insubstantial testament
to the sorrow I feel inside.
I didn’t mean to fall.
I didn’t want to
mess up your life and mine,
but that doesn’t change anything.
I convinced myself with lies
that fell from my own traitorous lips
that I simply liked you.
And for a while, this was true.
However, the more time spent
in the embrace of your presence
the deeper engraved you became
upon this lonely, weary heart of mine.
I didn’t mean to fall,
but I cannot let this go now.
I will weather time and pain,
waiting to hear you answer
my heart with yours.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017