Choices

The century turned but where was I?

Alone…but still, with him.

And when did love become a thing—a choice to be avoided?

Caught between some obsolete idea

And his version of romance,

I did the do.

Stayed the course.

Walked the line.

Lay in the bed he made.

My heart a victim

My body a shell of insincere intrusions

I Lay in wait.

Sue Brooks

Department of Surgery