I saw an image of her

just a reminder of all

I had thrown away

had stepped away from



I wondered if I could see

that which I still desired

and had lost to pride

stupidity and sloth



Then I realized she

was standing there

watching with hope

as I cried at losing



She smiled and sighed

rolled her eyes, perfect

she was, always perfect

and I came to stand



Where she had wanted

me to be all along

taking my trembling

hand, she spoke quietly



idiot