Robbie Masso writes

those 3 months

I pray that

those 3 months

either did me good

or were for a reason.

I hate when she asks

me about

my past life.

I feel ashamed.

I feel unlovable.

I feel anger -

both at myself

and

from her.

How she still holds my hand,

                  still kisses me,

                  still supports me,

                  still loves me,

I will never understand,

nor take for granted.

Maybe

those 3 months

did do me good

or were for a reason;

If I didn’t spend

those 3 months

with someone I didn’t love

I may not know

that

I love her.

The Couple -- James LeGros