how strange it is
to read him now
I have moved on
while he has sat stagnant
as I read his plunder
of thoughts
it is 2009 all over again
when in reality it is 2014
amid a warm May's wind
the oddity of his rut
makes me melancholy
a sad lonely figure
he rather chooses to remain
he may pen otherwise
but once he had a very real
chance
to change his destiny
by merging his warmth
with an equal to his depth
and he chose not to
instead he sunk back
on his heels
and dreamed even more
of his long distant past
I wish him well
respect his talent greatly
but one must give their
love undivided
and not perpetually wonder
away longing for a past
that can never be..............
(May 29, 2014 1107am)
Author's Notes/Comments:
Had a little bit of interaction with someone from so long ago who once meant so terribly much to me but gradually they pulled away and moved on. I couldn't take the constant many months separated without a word so I just let them go. They seemed happier in their solo life with just their memories of some long ago dead love and though it hurt looking back now I realize it was never meant to be. A live woman could never make such a man happy as he would compare that live woman to his dead ideal woman and nobody could live up to a memory. I smile when I think about him and I recall him in his momentary beauty and depth for me. I'll always wish him well but a part of me sure will be a little saddened that he just couldn't make the leap from fantasy to reality. I think I would have done his heart a lot of good and if he would allow it he would have done the same likely for mine. I'm happy where I am but every so often I must admit I do ponder other paths that may have developed between us had we taken more care to procure them.
I've done the same as you.
I've done the same as you. In fact the poem on which you commented, To Hold Each Other's Breath, was written for my first love. We were to be married right out of high school. Things fell apart when I went into the navy. About 30 years later we reconnected and...........fell in love all over again <sigh>.....but that "love" was the same anesthetic as it was back in high school; both love times unhealthy, but fun just the same and very real, at least to us, at the time. Like you, I still go back and dream of those "other paths." I saw a quote once. It went something like this. "What could have been doesn't exist (or it may have said 'never existed'). So, don't go there." I don't like that quote very much. It's a reality check. LOL!
Thanks for sharing you heart and soul in your work.
peace peace
No, I must thank you for reading and connecting at some level.
That is one of the best gifts of a poet. Empathy, and the ability to see and understand at a deeper level than most others. It was a pleasure to read your work yesterday and a pleasure to share some cognitive conversation on important matters with you today. A gift I did not expect to receive so again it is I who should be thanking you. Now, be off and write some more astonishingly lovely poetry so I'll have something to read. Smiles, Sincerely, Melissa