You said I did not give all of me to you.
You were right; I kept some of me in reserve.
The reserve was an island to escape to in the event of separation.
I made the mistake of relenting and giving you all of me.

When the hurt of separation came, it thundered down upon me
With a twisting pain that permeated through my whole being.
I had given up my island of reserve and my parachute to safety.
There was nowhere to escape to; your betrayal cut my soul the core.

A love that knew no bounds was now obliterated
And like fine dust particles from broken glass,
They were blown away by the wind,
Never to be seen again.

3 thoughts on “An Island

  1. Tidbits says:

    This was aching. But hauntingly true for many of us. Nice work Ronnie

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Ronnie says:

      Thank you.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Tidbits says:

        you’re welcome 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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