Why wouldn’t I? She was the love of my life.

Why wouldn’t I? She was the love of my life.

They broke the mould

When you were born

How many times

Has that been said

Sometimes in praise

Others in dread

The phrase, so brutally revealed

To be as unapologetic

As the veracity of the claim

It makes

Is plainly two-faced,

Even though as words

They are relatively

Innocently formed

The essence

Of their power lies

In the intent

Or purpose of their use

Are they praise or curse

Which is worse

Perhaps it is whether

They are uttered with love

As true as blood

Wishing nothing but

The pleasure of recognition

To the recipient

I was more a splinter

In the eye of the beholder

My brother’s keeper

If you dig deeper

Looking for a truth

Forever lost

When I was young

But never

As an individual

Believed to be

Singularly unique.

A chip off

The old block

Fashioned,

In a parent’s image

Before they

Broke the mould

Is what any fallen angel

Would wish to be told

Regardless of what

They may do

Wouldn’t you?