Love Impasse
I am not ashamed to say it—
I revisit you—perhaps because
you discarded me and you
meant something to me.
But do I blame?
No—I should have
seen where there
was an easy exit—
and perhaps it was me
that discarded
you.
I am not sure
of simple things anymore.
All I am sure of
is that I love you—
and have loved you.
but I could never give
you all of me and risk
it all not knowing to
whom your heart
belonged.
Even though
you are silent as death now
I feel you deeply and
I feel I mean something
to you—but my dilemma
is that I am unsure of
you and all I know is
that I inflicted pain
just as I feel pain
from you.
And I have done
what I could to resurrect
the death between us—
not that a simple talk
could mend what is
already broken.
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