In a perfect world, our dreams would have kept us together.
"You are my dream," he said to me...
But in our world, dreams tore us apart.
I ran away from that life.
I threw us away...
And my choice broke him.
A message from beyond the grave would obliterate my world:
"You chose wrong."
These words would haunt me, telling me that everything I'd worked so hard for was wrong.
I chose independence.
"You chose wrong."
I chose a career.
"You chose wrong."
And now, how do I keep running...when all roads are leading me home!
©2015 Mary A. Wasowski (P)2017 Mary A. Wasowski