I folded up your picture.
The only one I held
Un-seeing what you felt like
The day I had to leave.
I creased your likeness empty
When decided Into war
When blood and brothers beckoned
The day I chose to leave.
I pressed you into silence
While virtue had its voice
Regret unsaid unnamed untold
The day I said I’d leave.
I’m captive to my calling
I’m focused on what’s good
Still shackled to sensation
The day I freely left.
I sliced you with my scissors
The love I can’t bleed out
A memory and tomorrow
The day I left to love.
Cindy Koch 