"Shifting Moral of the Story"

Alas, the final post for this here poetry month. Not to worry, the poetry continues - as it rightly should. And, as it inevitably will.

Shifting Moral of the Story

So smitten was I with the way

You moved me,

In no time I let you in.

In no time I was driven

To satisfy as you desired

And, so soon I became mired

In the mix of love and hate

You were so deft to create.

People and things I loved

Grew distant

Which is to say, for me,

They became summarily

Insufficient, compared to you,

Your attention. Your love was new

But, in time, grew thin

Scarce affections without and within.

By the time I awoke

You had gone.

Deserted - cradling my new normal -

To face the shifting moral

Of the story. Which one?

They all end in the same song

I gave up everything to make you stay

But you left, anyway.

-Dnafcnatgada

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