It shoulda been different.
Easy to say.
If we coulda done that,
Woulda things changed?
Who am I to know what you
Should or shouldn’t do?
Who can tell if what we feel is true?
If I woulda seen it coming
I coulda moved away.
I guess I shoulda
But I didn’t.
So now I say,
“Better to love and lose
Than never love at all.”
Trite as it may sound to you,
The writing’s on the wall
And has been all the while.
I just didn’t see it there before.
This tale’s at its end
There just isn’t anymore.

• There was no card for me this year
• That compared my eyes to the stars above.
• There was no card for me this year
• That professed undying love.
• And there was no card from me,
• That in turn proclaimed the same.
• For this year my marriage
• Is only my last name.

• It was I who left
• With eye bereft
• Of any falling tear.
• It was I who put the past behind
• In search of my new year.
• I went to him, not because of him.
• I only left for me.
• I sought myself,
• I sought my life,
• My own identity.

• I have been mother, child and wife,
• But have not been what I could be.
• For in the many roles I’ve played,
• I never have been me.

• Now I follow my heart
• And trust my soul
• And begin to sop the healing balm
• And begin to feel the inner peace
• Of raging spirit becalmed.

• Though tears still flow,
• The grief will pass
• My eyes will dry and start to see.
• My heart will mend.
• The pain will end.
• At last, I will know me.