A Reiteration

I called out for you
and you let me fall

Again And again.

And when you came to pick me back up
I took you in

AgainAnd again.

When I'd had enough
you convinced me

Again and again

That we'd make it.
That I was wrong.

Again and again.

I wasn't wrong.
I had feelings that you shoved aside.

Again and again.

And when it came down to me,
when I decided MY choice was important,
You held on
And I let go.

And this time,
there is no 'again.'