Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Most Beautiful Virtue


It is as though you are a soldier off to some far-flung country
 
and I am the final fling.
 
You study these things.
 
My comparison may be unfair,
 
but I have the history of all womankind's long wait in my blood.
 
I carry their memories of tender apologies that offered no promises,
 
of empty lockets,
 
and the slight little bite of regret,
 
for ever falling for the charms of a man
 
who could talk a shoulder out of a dress.
 
~ K. Di Gregorio 2013


 
 
xoxox,
 
K
 
 
 

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