Acceptance

Acceptance she says is all she has
as her beloved dance with his love
who still wears the ring
he gave her long ago
Acceptance that her beloved
Lives and loves his bride
under the roof they dwell
together with signed papers

She walks around with downcast eyes
Until he rings her bell
She wakes up from her stupor
Blooms and brightens
As he encircles her in his arms
Is this acceptance, love
Is it enslavement then, this love
Or a vice like grip upon her soul

She wakes up to his smell
On the blanket and the pillow
Sighs and closes her eyes
Hugs the remnants of his presence
Folds again within herself
Put away the stars in her eyes
Until next he comes by
And wakes her up again

Acceptance
That’s what she has.