his love was meant for me

past hes of me
demanded
begged
took
past hes of me

yet, i gave of me
relinquished
obeyed
succumbed
allowed
granted
gave
all of me.

i see he,
the final he.
alone now,
i see he.
the final he.

he was quiet
walked away,
in quiet fury,
because i would not grant a kiss

my buried face in my child hands
whispered no

my him
did not demand,
did not beg,
did not take.

at the last
he left
he walked away.

and alone, i realized his place,
he walked away.

his abuse was always to be
the last.
his love was always to be
given.

alone now, i see the final he

walked away,
in quiet fury,
because i took all that was given
and i loved only one.

i succumbed
i allowed
i granted
and i gave
all his love
to me,
when
my buried face in my child hands
whispered no

-- jessica lindley