– For Emily, wherever I may find her.

….

He made yourself

  to look too free;

He took your soul to his.

 

O God!

Pray tell, it was not he!

 

Please tell me that it was hubris –

    Unbridled Vanity!

 

He made advantage

  of himself,

He took great Liberty.

 

He made it out

  you two made Love,

And showed the world,

  to see!

 

I thought that you and I

  were One thing,

Was not it?    but me?

 

He told the world of

  all of something,

I took it privately.

 

Though gone now more

  a century,

I know that should I seek

  yourself outside my Memory

and dare myself a peek

  of those remains – 

    Unpleasantry!

 

Now, How?   Not Why!

    Please Speak!

 

Unpleasantness! 

    Such Coquetry!

 

Even as you Reek!

 

He gave youself

  to Billy Boy,

 

O! Wretched!

Wretched Treachery!

 

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn