Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Remorse


'Ask me not to leave.', she said
and ask me not to make the bed.
Leave the coverlet and the sheet
where maybe again we shall meet.
We've met there many a time before.
She silently cried and shut the door.

When he awoke he found the note,
all the ask me nots she wrote.
Where she'd gone, where she went?
Never again was he content.
He read the note night after night,
slept on her side and shut the light.

She found the note when she came back.
The coverlet and sheet the bed did lack.
Where he'd gone, where he'd went?
Never again was she content.
She ripped up the note, remembered the fight.
Slept on his side and shut the light.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013
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