Between Devotion and Mistake

If I could unspool the thread of time,
rewind each knot, each stumble, each vow,
I’d guard the places where I failed you,
and never let you fall alone.

It was always lighter with your laughter,
the world less cruel when shared—
two hands against the dark,
two hearts breaking bread with the same silence.

I love you, Felicity—
a truth that never bent,
a fire that burned even in rain.

And you, with eyes that held both sunrise and regret,
whispered back the same words,
but laced them with sorrow:

I love you, too.
But I shouldn’t have married you.

So here we stand,
between devotion and mistake,
with love intact,
and life forever altered.

by Onnaya