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