You once asked

You once asked
How could my heart be broken?
And I danced around your question.
Such a rigid question,
Truely a dart of a question,
Penetrative, a withering enquiry.

And you alone know fully 
Why you reasoned so.

I pondered,
I postponed,
You postulated,
You received.

I remember
How you looked,
When I gave you
Your answer.
I gave you our answer.

Fell a tree
Then you will see.


© 2018 Christopher Thompson

Written in England 29-07-18  
Rush Poetry Started 6.35pm Finished 6.57pm