Truth

If only the letting go of

we're as simple as

letting go enough

to fall head into

the bushes,

more of a stumble

than it was

a graceful reckoning.

This love was never heroic,

the coward was thrown out

of the blankets

but it was the only thing

outside of the sheets

we twisted between our limbs.

I could have ran away,

It would have shown

my courage more

than staying ever did.