Nov 88Numbers
Last night you called me a miserable bitch
I dreamed of you then
Only fragments remain
Hazy flickering images that
I wish were to my advantage
Of course they’re not.
The pain of losing you is less than,
equal to, or greater than
the pain of being with you
Mathematics was never my strong point
But even I understand that
less than in relation to pain
becomes emotional rather than
rational mathematical numbers.Hungry
I don’t get anything from you
Lots to eat,
But never food for thought.Shadows
Grey gull shadows
Dancing on sun-washed walls
Free, unfettered
Of muscle and sinew
But the price of freedom is high
For the day must end.Phonebook
I leafed through my phonebook
Late one night
and realized there was no one
I could talk to
About nothing at all
all the pain, the indecision are mine
And mine alone.
No one is gripped in my agony
And how do I find words to express it
There are none
Only love and truth can soothe me
And these are illusory in my life
Reach out and touch me
Bring me back to some semblance
Let me find the love and the truth
Or must I be, alone.Alone
And so they sat
He and she
So in love
Yet so alone
Lonely.
The spoke great truths
About one another
Forgave in love
But held the hurt
Alone.
They lay naked
Side by side
Stripped of civilities
But they wouldn’t strip
Defences.
And so they moved
He to his
She to hers
Still held together by
Love.
Now he looks back
She ponders
He wonders
Living in grand style
Alone.
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