Sonnet 44 – Fight For Her

Her parting kiss tasted just like goodbye.
Too stubborn to let it stand, I chose to
fight for her, never caring of cost. I
watched, I thought, I planned. Late at night, I drew

dark strength from jealousy and hatred. Coiled
to spring, I finally saw my love’s pain,
her fear. Unmade then and shattered, I snarled,
raged at God and all that she was mine. MINE!

Dylan Thomas be damned – if I do not
go gentle into love’s good night, the one
that I have longed for goes down instead. What
then is left for me? Nothing. I’m alone.

I’ll fight for her in quiet ways – uphold,
defend, speak life until my tongue goes cold.