Unanswered Prayers 2

“I love you,”
I mouthed across the table
as a blues band
was tearing the air
with distortion.

I didn’t.
I loved who I was
before the divorce,
I loved being younger
and delusional enough
to think it could work
with either
this girl
or my ex.

I missed love,
not the ones I’d
tried it with.

In the car,
listening to her
wail questions
about why I chose my ex-wife
over her
at a cross roads
some years before,
I couldn’t help but think
we were both
going to die alone.

Me with my hurt,
her with her
wooden box
of escape.

-GD Butler

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