The Morning After
About last night, what's left to say?
I was hurt and scared.
For me, it wasn't a game to play.
As I thought it over today,
I remembered the soul you bared.
My own heart felt brittle like dried out clay.
For you, is there a price too high to pay?
Some would not have cared,
But you came back. You didn't stay away.
Now, I'm looking for a way
To deal with the tears at which I stared.
I don't know how, but someday I may.
Until then, I'll trust and pray.
The vulnerability we have dared
Won't let me betray my promise to stay.
by Sarah May Kosloski