The Truth Is Told

We dated for years.
She always listened to Billy Joel's The Stranger.
Vienna awaited.
I tied a rope and tethered tight to her,
A planet orbiting with stars about my eyes.

A decade afterward,
I told a love about the choice
In getting what you want.
She stared through
Silent,
Dumb.
"I'll never grow old."
I realized we'd soon be over.

- 1/29/26

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