Confessions of an Adulteress

Somewhere between going
and gone,
I left a piece of me.

Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys.
Never quite this way
or that.
Never reaching high enough,
or sinking low enough.

I would vacillate
and it left me prostrate –
lying face down
somewhere between going
and gone.

Somewhere between going
and gone
he seduced me.
Somewhere between going
and gone
I sang between two keys
never quite his key
or yours.
Never giving quite enough
but taking far too much.

So I would castrate
and underestimate
that your love for me was
somewhere between going
and gone.

Deborah Haggerty©2007