Love Spasm the Eighth, Part 2

Sometimes I was the one aggrieved,
At times, the one aggrieving –
With her, the fault lays all with me:
Tale told, without deceiving

I chased her, summertime to fall.
Tore down her barriers of doubt;
But once I got beyond her wall,
I couldn’t get back out –

And panicked when I found back there,
That once she loved, she loved for real:
And that was more, much more than I
Was then prepared to feel.

Although I disappointed her,
To work so long to leave so fast,
The same thing would be done to me,
Before much time had passed.

And so we all will live to get,
Our turn at each role in the play:
I’m sure that she’s long over it,
But wish I had not been
That way

Snapshot: Breakup

she asked,
what do you really want?
i said,
i’m sure i do not know.

she stared out at the endless sea,
and watched the wavelets come and go

and as the summer turned a page,
the daylight dimmed as by a switch –
and love grew old, or maybe me —
i still cannot remember

A Heart of Gray

A heart of gray, a scarf of white,
Balloons she’ll scatter to the winds,
A day to celebrate the fight
Or flight, as either one begins

Her hair of black, her eyes of gray,
Her face reflects her firm-set mind;
A time to move to what comes next
And leave your sorry self

The Burgers and the Beer

The burgers and the beer were good,
And there were tunes, and dancing —
And as the night wore on, he found
That she was more entrancing

Just like she somehow saw in him
What wasn’t there before.
The tepid fire, kindled,
Lingered on for decades more

To marriage and to children
And then on, to their divorce.
The lives and paths so twisting
Started out in simple course —

The burgers and the beer were good,
The music, and the cheesecake —
But little did they know that they
Would lead to so much

The Holidays They Never Took

The holidays they never took surround her in the night;

The many reasons that she found to not do what was right –

The beach they never walked on, with its still unopened shells,

That she must see alone,

For he’s now there with

Someone else

the otherworld

the otherworld, where once we lived,
is cold and without populace:
i wandered back there for a time,
recalling how exogamous
our union really was

the otherworld? it’s empty now.
like strip malls in the part of town
that no one goes to anymore.
it sits there, slowly breaking down
the way a union