In the candlelight,
His hands envelop mine.
Secrets on the table,
Love wilting on the vine.
I never meant to hurt you.
I reserve my tears.
Pandora’s box is open,
I wrestle with my fears.
I want to make this work.
It would be easier to try.
So many years together,
Children…hearts…assets to divide.
I love you.
I love him too – my resolve cracks.
I want to be his only one,
Maybe I could take him back.
I swear it’ll never happen again.
The door closes, locks with a click;
That promise broken thrice before.
My stomach lurches, suddenly sick.
Before you go thinking my hubby is a cad, I’d like to clarify that this is a fictional poem. There’s no cheating, leaving, fighting, or anything else that would make up a sad country song going on (unless dirty dishes left in the kitchen sink counts.)
So, the Trifecta weekend challenge this week is frustratingly vague. I need direction. I like rules (so at least I know where I need to bend.) But no. This week, we got a map, and were told to get there…but with nary a hint of how to do it. This entry may be a wrong turn, but I have two more tries to find my way!
Here’s the challenge: “This week’s Trifextra challenge is simple, but ambiguous. Three truths and a lie. 33 to 333 words.”