EVEN LOVE TAKES PRISONERS
[inspired by MKA Photography]
How effortless it would be to cast off
these fetters of rope! But she sits there,
head bowed like a penitent enduring
the penance of captivity, staring
down the unraveling as though the twists
and curls of rope could be deciphered,
perhaps reveal what will become of her.
In the fog of thought she replays her crime,
squints the scene through the opaque mental
screen.
The two of them faceless, a mesh of hands,
promises exchanged. Where did she go wrong?
Did she love too much? Not Enough? He vanished
in the thin air of her grief without goodbye.
Now she sits there and wonders How long before
before she wriggles free her wrists so cuffs
fall and she can dream of finding love again.
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