#howcouldthey

She lay there across his chest

Sighing and relaxing, feeling her best

But there was a question on her tongue

A wonderment from her heart that is young

“How can it be?” she began

“I just, I don’t seem to understand”

He rustled slowly, and turned to her

“You have a question to ask?” he infered

“I suppose you could call it that”

And so, they began to chat

She wanted to know why he was alone

Was it love he has wanted to postpone?

Was it a scar he could not heal?

Or maybe there was something he was afraid to feel?

“Listen” he slowly began, his heart heavy

“My life and mind are not very steady

And to all the women I’ve ever loved

That made me someone who must be unloved 

Though I’ve tried time and time again

I always end up alone and drunk in my den”

“But,” she began, but couldn’t say it yet

“It’s not something that makes sad, or brings me regret”

He told her, and held her tighter to his side

“And it’s something from you, that I won’t hide”

Her heart grew heavy and bled for him

Poor soul who lay next to her, who’s fate was so grim

Yet she could not understand how

Maybe she was blinded by the love she felt now

But she couldn’t see someone turning his heart away

Turning away who he was and what he had to say

Over a simple problem that he could not solve

Something that would never be absolved

But once she recognized she had no say

She settled herself and pushed her stress away

Her mind was clear, except for one thought