Her sacrifice

for a selfish man

and his dream

was vision


She believed

he valued

the costs

in loving


When it was time

to acknowledge

all those years

of building


He was grateful

but she wasn’t

his dream




© Tammy Mezera 2015


.(What is a poem without Orianthi – Michael Jacksons guitarist. I drove her and her band to a couple of venues a few years ago and they were a nice bunch)