No matter that you should have known before,
nor that they all had could’a told it you.
Your gut’s torn out and strewn upon the floor.
Chest’s hollowed. Heart all smashed and slashed up too.
A safe sound harbor you had sought in her.
Believing stories over evidence,
you thought to find what’s sought in her. So sure
you sunk in certain hope, despising hence
all reasoned-thought as a shallow, soulless-sense.
But clarity one can’t forever fend.
In time there comes a time when even you
must plainly see: she’s sought and found her friend —
the one who’s right for her. It cuts you through.
“Oh, I was wrong,” you say to wind and rain,
who blow and spray, all ignorant your pain.