When she found he lied, it was
A strange and fateful day.
She looked back and could see
It happened many times before —
Exactly why she’d missed it, she
Could not exactly say:
She only knew that this was it.
She wouldn’t stand for more.
The fall-apart was messy, but
It was necessity.
So, freed from all the hastiness
That she’d known in her youth,
She set out on the journey to
The woman she could be;
But with the awesome, fragile thing
She now knew was the truth —
It matters not what you’ve been dreaming of,
For love is only love