Poetry

I Reckon . . .

I carry the word reckon

on my sleeve and show the card

even if I’m winning,

I reckon that’s what people do

when they are scared

to take a stance

on life, on love,

when they have to wait

but don’t want to,

have to go but want to stay,

I reckon it was a bleeding heart

that said

“the heart wants what it wants”

as they cried over another fling–

I laugh, pull the card from my sleeve,

wait, wait some more, think a bit,

heart bleeding profusely inside of me,

scared senseless,

I reckon I’m winning

but I’m at a loss myself–

I reckon that’s how it goes

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