Daydreamers, A Poem✔️

Chapter 21

There was a time when his lips were my world.

I remember stubble and toned arms holding me tight.

I remember feeling safe, protected, and—

Most of all cared for.

Then she came, smelling like daisies. 

I remember feeling accepted, understood, and loved.

There was no longer one person,

There were two—and I chose what I thought was right.

I chose neither, deciding it was better than: one over another.

But what if both were the answer?

Lee and Jorge, I want to explain and apologize.

Meet me at "The Tea and Bridges Cafe" this Friday?