Poem # 4

Sometimes
It doesn’t matter
Denial, that is.
We all fall down,
Anyway.
Others times
We need it,
Especially when we are
The ones to walk away.
A false, but
Comforting sense
Of security.

How big does
The betrayal
Need to be
To justify
The estrangement?

Or, do they just
Pile up
Till one day
One
Is the last
One?

And, alone
Is worth
The sacrifice?

Barbara Mundt