January 15, 2012

Someday

Someday when
you're many years gone,
you won't know
what prince will come,
lay a flower against
your cold sweet stone,
say a prayer for you,
and you alone.
You won't know
he married Grief instead,
never suspecting
he'd end up in her bed,
how she was so available
for a certain arrangement
at her elaborate table,
Cupid's bad little sister,
so ready, so able.