Love's Fool

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.

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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.”

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