Searching the Wreckage

by: Joseph Farley

You chose to be
what you chose to be,
and I chose to be
who I was.

We may have started
in a different place,
but we ended
in horror and flames.

I toast the wreck
that was our lives,

If you stole
more pearls of joy than I
who is to blame?

My fault was simple.
I cared too much.
but it ended all the same.

In our next life
if we should join,
I hope we twist less
in the wind,

and quickly sail apart
before we become
better at wounding

than loving.