BB Grey–musings

Martyred saint,
Cupid’s arrow—
Lost in flight,
A vision narrow.

Lover’s dream,
Divorcée’s scheme,
‘Til death we vowed,
Then tore the seams.

Better to love and lose, they say,
Than never love at all—
A hollow phrase,
That left me small.

I type and think of you,
Wishing none of it were true.
Yet time makes space
For history’s embrace.

I smile at memories
I still chase.