By JW Parr


Looking back, it seems clear

leaving was inevitable

There was no other way


Was there any other way?


Put in the middle of

Two incredible forces

Forced to make impossible decisions

that should never fall on someone


Left haunted by memories

of the most perfect lie

Forever to question the realities 

and motives around me

Plagued by Ifs and Whys


What if the breathing stopped?

What if the others knew? 


How would you feel then?

Would more people be here now?



Forgiveness is a tricky thing

Forgetting is a different beast

One might hold, but rarely two

But does the scale ever steady?


Alone now with more questions

than answers

Perhaps it’s for the best

but still I’ll wonder


Was I ever good enough?


Maybe someday I’ll find out

though I almost hope not

I guess what I’m trying to say is



JW Parr lives in the southeast United States with his wife, daughter, and puppy. He has been writing for several years, with some of his stories winning local writing competitions, as well as his fiction and poetry being published in the online magazines, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Theme of Absence, and a forthcoming story inJitter Press. His blog can be found at https://itsjwparr.wordpress.com/ 

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