Melt – a poem by Lis Goodwin

I knew when I met you, you’d hurt me.

I saw the bitter disappointments of your past

And thought I could out-weigh them.

 

The see-saw tottered for all those years – yet I felt I’d won;

Then you walked away – tired, you said – exhausted by my kindness and my care,

when you were used to abuse.

 

My weight – my love – was too soft for you.

Lis Goodwin ©2016

Thank you / mulţumesc to Alex Blajan for the inspirational photograph. You can find Alex at www.unsplash.com/alexb