At her worst,

Amy hung my worth

over a silver scale.

A quill had tipped reasons to

stay come this time

next season, we’d

be in separate beds.

But the lessons learned

with a will, there’s a way

to stop the tears, remembering

the cost of her walking out

the door led me to you.

At her worst, I’m at my best.

I can adore you, unlike the rest.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040