My Fault

I first saw him

standing along the shoreline

quiet contemplation

handsome brow

lean physique.

I slowly walked by

furtitive glances from beneath my lashes

wondering if he noticed me

at all?

I found the courage

the ability to say hello

though my voice cracked

my hands trembled

I stuttered over my tongue.

We talked

listened

heard the stories

each had to tell

so smart

intelligent

caring

he had me fooled.

Waters painted golden

blood red

by the setting sun

he turned to me

tender smile….

pushing me back

he ripped my clothing

telling me it was all my fault.

With tears on my cheeks

I stared beyond his heaving shoulder

my infatuation destroyed

savaged

murdered

as the misdeed went on.

Sept. 20/18

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