Misty

If love is a scrimmage line

you huddled as I lay dying,

taking sides--

Truth is, I was true.

Even though I was a fool

myself, too distracted to fight

for what was mine--

Truth is, you were right.

Like bagpipes in swollen lines

marching over broken hearts

with plaintive song--

Truth is, we were wrong.

For Kerry’s challenge to the Real Toads: Sara Teasdale