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