He asks me straight forward,
fist clenched, ‘Why did you choose him?’
I take his hand, loosening his grip,
and answer: ‘Because I had to save him.’
His hands turn blue ‘And? Did you?’
‘At first,’ I smile, ‘but then, he chose not to be saved. Not by me anyway.’
‘Hurts, doesn’t it?’ he sighs, ‘I would have never left you.’
‘Darling,’ I place my hand on his cheek tenderly,
‘eventually, you would.’
for you, I was the destroyer
for him, I was the healer
women like me, never stay
women of wild spirit
we are not your final destination,
not your end game
we are the ones that change you
we make you grow
we are the passengers
passing through the storms and sunny days
kissed by the Sun
blessed by the Moon
we smell of rain
bringing you the promise of love
and we do love
like gypsies
it’s a tainted kind of love
REDBIRD WRITER 