If I were to remember all the things you said
Sorrow would engulf me
such memories of dread.
But it cannot be forgotten
the ways in which I was misled
when we danced beneath the dewdrops
wanting, needing to be wed.
Romantic proposal was a reason to lie in bed
now I dust fragments of you
from which are now long dead
You promised me protection
but you brought betrayal instead
a monster
who emerged from the closet
You never meant a word you said.
