It took me six days
To decide
Whether your offer of a four-day
Lovefest
Would be “growth” for us.
I said yes!
You promised romance:
A cabin in the woods
Under bright starry skies
In which our hearts could heal,
Rekindle
Reverence for our
Dying love.
Yes!
Instead,
A tattered tar-papered roof
over a windowless shack
Under ashen gray skies
In an over-felled forest
Stunted
What little love was left in my heart.
Yes!
