Day Eighteen Challenge... Crime of the Maybe's

the straight broad took my girl.

but maybe she was never mine if the taking was so easy,
maybe it was the fact that i didn't want her bad enough,
maybe time corroded her patience,
maybe time constructed the coldness of my heart,
maybe this best,
maybe this broad is her blessing in all of her straightness,
maybe i'm the one who needs to learn,
maybe i need to be potted, incubated for 73 days before i can be planted in the richness of pink soil
between brown thighs,
maybe i need to grow,
maybe it's the care-less-ness that destroyed the possibilities, 
but... 

she tried,
she waited,
she cried,
waited again,
and then she prayed,
maybe we should have laid
hip to hip, side by side and prayed in unison,
maybe i didn't see her, like she couldn't hear me,
maybe we forgot how to touch each other's mind,
maybe this is how it's supposed to be,

maybe this is where i accept the "for now".