So young was I then,
so naïve,
so desperate to believe
that there was some place
I could belong.
It took a decade or more
for the truth
to gut me on the floor,
slowly and jaggedly,
looking up at what I hoped for
and finding that all those songs,
all those poems,
all those writers,
were naught but liars
for the place I longed to belong
was by your side
and the thing I hoped for most
was only fanciful dreams,
misled desire for a love most true.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017