You were only 18.
I was 20 + 6.
You seduced without trying
and then hurt me for kicks.
But first came the smiles,
the passion and laughter…
The promise of love
that preceded disaster.
The heart of me: ruined.
The spark of me: broken.
The pain made me wish that we’d never spoken.
For the child that lived
deep inside of me cried…
And the ghost of him haunted
although he’d survived…
8 years suffering
followed instead…
Until I embraced him
and let him be fed…
And the child inside
was nourished and lived…
And I faced my demons
and learned to forgive…
And you and I spoke
of a love that was killed…
Yet the friendship we’ve made:
the promise fulfilled.
Written by Jason Wright
May 11, 2011
For Travis