I let into my life
A knight on his white horse.
I wonder — was it love,
Or did I wish it was?

Idealism aside,
I longed for it to last.
So perfect seemed my knight
That I had thought it must.

But wars had reached our world.
Fatigued by daily grind,
He reached for trusted sword,
And rode off to fight.

As distant lands he roamed,
I realized with fear:
He wasn’t coming home,
Nor did I want him here.

* * *

My gates are open wide.
Reminds me of back when…
Here comes another knight.
And there I go again.

 

+ Poem by Julia Dudnik-Ptasznik, about the author

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