A poem, inspired par Sparrabeth, that I wrote Post-AWE.


She loves him

This is what she tells herself

As she waits,

Counting the days

It is not that hard

She declares

But wonders if her life

Will go to waste

Weeks turn to months

She begins to grow numb

Until an unexpected visit

From an old friend

Who always was much more

She smiles at him politely

But her eyes reveal her pain

And he asks her

Why not stop this?

Why not walk away?

She tells him the same reason

She continues to tell herself

It is her duty and her burden

She will ours it on her own

He offers her a chance

To get out and be free

And though in her cœur, coeur she...