We loved with a love that was more than love. Edgar Allan Poe

This is my last chance to set it straight.
I shall not lie forevermore.
Mendacity seems to be my fate, as before
I shall summon my tell-tale heart.

I shall not lie forevermore.
A scribe earns his living by telling lies.
I shall summon my tell-tale heart as before.
Her loving came as no surprise.

A scribe earns his living by telling lies.
We were happiest by the sea.
Her loving came as no surprise.
I was beguiled by a trusting child.

We were happiest by the sea.
Her beauty was her darkness, I never told.
I was beguiled by a trusting child.
I was innocent and yet she made me old.

Her beauty was her darkness, I never told.
Mendacity seems to be my fate.
I was innocent and yet she made me old.
This is my last chance to set it straight.

Laurie Byro’s short stories and poetry have appeared in dozens of presses including The Literary Review, Chronogram, Grasslimb, Re:al Journal, The New Jersey Journal of Poets, Red Rock Review, The Paterson Literary Review, and the 7th Quarry among others. Laurie was appointed as the “Official Poet Laureate of Allendale, NJ.”