we always pay for it in the end
we get you for a
moment
only to have the bill
come
always more than we reckon on
even when we knew the
cost
would come high
heartbreak the least of it
and for this I count
myself fortunate
and pity him, my friend and rival,
for the suffering he
has to endure
his love lost less than this mind
has and perhaps it is
because
of how much more he adored her
each of us the thieves to either side
of him on that hill
the one thief promised
redemption
for all the kindness
he gave
our suffering Christ
she one of the two Mary's we both desire
a Mary with two faces
each equally desirable
if for different reasons
My friend and rival forced to pay
the steeper price for
which I am grateful
I did not,
though down the I
seek to be him
to have been so kind
as to win that
special
piece of her heart
the man who knows
the right combination
to unlock it
and did
while I fumbled with
it
and lost it
and regret it
all this time later
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