Mocked

Our eyes met across the crowded room

By the end of the look

We knew we’d be spending the night together

By the end of the night

We knew we’d be spending our lives together

The tumor laughed at our plans

Mocked our passion

Instead of ripping you from my arms

Leaving me sobbing and beaten

It took you bit by bit

Until in the end

Your death was my relief

And it was guilt that crushed me

And now I sit alone on our porch

The one you built for us to grow old upon

A bird call startles me out of my reverie

No doubt a mockingbird.

This poem contributed to
dVersePoets Open Link Week #9