MADE IN HASTE
How can I tell you how much I miss you
When what we have done is not right?
We pledged our love for better or for worse.
Now is the time to nurture not to curse.
Decisions made in haste can be repented at leisure
But this repentance is not a treasure.
It will hurt till your dying days
Never knowing if you lasted the full fray.
God help us this one last time
To put it together so that what we do is not a crime.
Help us my Lord, this I beg of you.
Keep us together so I don’t pine.
©Copyright September 17, 2002 by Paul Anforth
Author’s Note: I wrote this poem after my wife of 25 years packed up and left. She couldn’t handle the PTSD anymore.