More often than not, I refuse to acknowledge an inevitable outcome. My poem “Expected Sadness” illustrates my toxic blend of stubbornness, passion, and naïveté.

Expected Sadness

Inaction and action,
had but a singular outcome.

I am disappointed,
incomplete,
regretful,
envious.

My foolish, all-absorbing passion
had not served me well.

The dream to be her paramour is no more,
for she has given her heart to another.

The waiting is over,
sadness has arrived.


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