Our War - Poem by Nancy Handabile
You and I have are foes,
but ours is a silent war,
a battle of hearts,
a fight of emotions,
an endless string of hurtful moments meant to prove disinterest.
Feigned disinterest for we both know the tide is there.
The softness, the gentle words, the little phrases that you utter in sudden moments.
You feed on my weakness, my unpalatable shame.
My obvious craving of your affection.
Perhaps there is no victor in this war.
It seems we have both lost.
And later when the years have passed will you look back with regret.
Will you wish you had taken the leap?
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