I can name all three of them

There were three women

From different mothers

And in their own time

During their own lives

They destroyed the very heart

That existed deep inside me

 

I can name all three of them

These women were filled

With such passion and intellect

Each one radiated with a fire

Of care and talent

Each totally different than the other

Yet similar in fate

 

I can name all three of them

I will not speak of their name to you

I will not yield any hints as to who they are

But there were three thus far

Who annihilated by heart

Who obliterated the very core of what made me beat

 

I can name all three of them

They each stole my heart

Each woman was strong yet innocent

Each woman was filled with luring deception

 

I can name all three of them

For each took a dagger to my heart

Each tore the flesh off my bones

And each stabbed me with the thrusting of a bayonet

 

I can name all three of them

 

There is one extreme similarity to all three

It is not their name nor origin

It is not their hair color nor residence

It is not their eye color nor height

It is not their occupation or ethnicity

Rather I fell in love with each of them

Before —

 

I can name all three of them

And they can name me

With confidence

Your name will be the name I whisper

That I take with me into the shadows

During the death that I decide to lead

 

 

 

© David Greg Harth

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