Whose Fault Is It Anyway?

Whose Fault Is It Anyway?

I didn’t ask to like him
Wasn’t in my plan
Life was moving splendidly
Without a distracting man

Sure, I was open-minded
To something beautiful unfolding
Respectful of each one’s agency
And all in the Lord’s timing

This new thing was going well, I felt
Loving every interaction
Certainly the feelings were mutual
And I know there was attraction

Green flags left and right
Told me to keep on going
What a lovely surprise it was
But never really knowing
If this was real
Or, rather, would keep on growing

Staying present was my best defense
But defense is not the word
Because in all of these matters
Of timing and agency
Self-protection must balance with risk

So onward I went---
Then suddenly it fizzed out
Somehow my feelings preceded logic
But surety followed doubt

Whatever happened,
I may always wonder
Twas a lovely chapter in my life
Until it went asunder

Wonder turned to disappointment
Which in turn became anger
What was the point of feeling that hope
If we were only to become strangers?

Funny thing is,
I’m not sure who I’m mad at—
Was it my fault? Maybe his?
Blame it on God; He knows what's what

I didn't ask to like him
Wasn't in my plan
Life was moving splendidly
Without a distracting man

But life goes on
As it always does
These chapters are interesting
And self-synonymous

Another will come along
Gives me substance for a poem
So whose fault is it, anyway?
The question's answer stays anonymous

12.19.10