DECISION
By: Jack Beaudette
- And her mind became unfettered,
Then glanced at her soul the weaker part
- The photo she never wanted to use.
Another days’ conclusion and he, useless,
- Finds nothing of value within.
No light no intrigue, his soul wants to protest
- The last flowers’ petal finally drowned.
A hole in his pocket he always tried to hide
- Somehow now suddenly lay exposed.
He loosened his grip and his belief and cried,
- Fates classical chef-d'oeuvre.
The hole was always there, he never believed,
- His once enamored mind the enemy.
It was all a masquerade what he once had perceived,
- The festivities were now revised.
As she walked home she slightly slipped on regret
- Her heart swiftly shackled by decision.
Lost and stumbling through streets they tried to forget
- Never to patch the hole or accept the photo.