When she told me that it was over
Not because she did not love me
But because I was her only love
I could not keep together the panoply
Of my pride, strength, and certitude
The spear of her words found a chink in my armor
and the power I presented was rendered impotent
I submitted to the dominance of my modest tears
And could not compose myself nor accept her truth
I had aggressive questions feeding demure uncertainties
I lost grip on my sense of self and grasped onto selfishness
I had needy arms reaching to possess her
But each out-stretched hand pushed her from me
If I had ever been a rock, I was worn down to dirt
I could not provide protection for myself from that hurt
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