One Bad Decision
The decision was made,
the deed was done…
too late to undo it, and nowhere to run..
The feel of cold steel, and the sound of that click
Regret fills the emptiness between where she and I sit
Embarrassment and shame, we hung our heads down
wondering “how can we redeem ourselves now?”
Without excuses, we accept our fault
and hope that will help us get out of this vault.
Weeks will pass full of anxiety
until we are certain what our fate will be.
One thing is certain, I am already sure
No more decisions this bad, for me, OR for her….