Chambers
Never crossed my mind that you'd be unhappy,
feeling short-changed over the hand life dealt you,
needing more grace, more than what God allotted.
I only wanted
that you'd always think of your girl with pleasure,
keeping one small chamber no grief inhabits
hidden, a sound-proof space only we could enter
sometimes together;
random hours you'd spend in my quiet presence,
not as star-crossed lovers--no melodrama--
just a refuge, knowing you seldom need one.
But I was asking
life for more gifts, more than what God allotted,
keeping unasked promises, willful, waiting,
holding one small chamber no love inhabits
ready for letting.
Carol Taylor, Texas
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