"I [lost] my one
true love once
on
a Blue
Sunday.
She looked at me
and told me
I was the only
one in the world,
now I [don't know that]
girl."
The story goes
with my feet
broken;
she left
in the fall.
I could not stop it,
not that I would.
'Twas for the best,
until I would know the
best for myself.
The rest of her
life, she
could run from
the "truth"
no one else
could tell her.
Maybe I knew better.
