Indelicate deflection

The first heart I ever broke

was my own

you could call it a ricochet

I’ll go with stupid


though immature is a

reasonable copout when I

am feeling self-charitable


at nineteen, we were

in love – not lust

well defined lines obeyed


then one night she told me

a family secret

I should’ve rolled with


I lost her because

I didn’t know any better

didn’t know much of anything


could I have done better?

She left, I stayed. Should I have

followed? There were days…


Mutual friends said she

thought I could take the truth

why I didn’t remains a mystery


She broke my heart, as I hers

collateral damage

of unintended refraction

– Mark L. Lucker
©  2016

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