Sorry, no poetry today, but love remains the topic.
Several months ago, I wrote a poem entitled, “For So Long.” (Here is the link for anyone who missed it.)
It was about a good friend who always finds herself trapped in abusive relationships. When I wrote it, my best friend had an incident with her lover.
Weeks later, in December, she came to live with me after another episode. Against my advice, she eventually went running back to “love.”
Late last night she called needing a place to stay. She and her three dogs will be moving into an extra bedroom in my apartment later this month.
Again, I will tell her seasons change, people rarely do.
She probably won’t listen.
Every major relationship in my life, my closest female friends, Ex’s, and even my current wife, I was left picking up the pieces after violent relationships.