Micropoetry Monday: Love Story

Sepia heart

She was a fallen woman,
he was a broken man;
his love raised her up,
even as hers mended him.

He’d loved her from the beginning,
but to love her at the end,
she had to become who she became
with someone else—
just as he did.

Marriage gave her security,
education, possibilities,
children, stability,
for without these things,
she would be like ashes
in the wind.

She’d loved another man
to get over her first love,
then loved another,
to get over her last.

She saw the American world as a stewardess,
the European one as a Navy officer,
but when she saw Max,
she saw her entire world.

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