What will he choose?
Will it be me?
Or will he choose
To remain free?
He said goodbye
And only one day has past.
Only twenty-four hours
How long they seem to last.
Each minute an hour
And the seconds even longer.
I always thought that time
Would make me stronger.
But weak I remain
Alone in my bed.
"Maybe we should break up"
Repeating over in my head.
What will he choose?
His old way of life
With other women on his body
And walking by his side.
Whispering his words
He use to say to me
Not hearing my voice
Someone else he sees.
Someone else gets him
Now what do I do?
Who am I suppose to say
I love you to?
What will he choose?
What choice will it be?
May I make a request?
Choose me.
I have searched for more of Nichole's poetry that reflected the "good" times with this young man. I have only found a few which I have already shared with you. There seems to be far more poetry reflecting turmoil and self doubt about their relationship.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
