Her Tears

He wishes he could spare her tears today.
But there is nothing, nobody who can;
For tears will out – they’ll always find a way,
To issue when they will, despite of plan

That she might have of putting on brave face.
He loves her with an old man father’s love,
Full wishing he her sorrows could erase,
But knowing what her tears are symptoms of

He does not try to do what can’t be done.
No comforting with words that are but lies,
No hopes that have no hope, no stories spun,
Just loving silence all the while she cries.

But if a bridge from his love could appear
She could walk to the moon and back from here

I Tried To Dance

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I tried to dance,
And hoped that you would notice me;
I tried to sing,
But you had left the room

Tried to excel,
And hoped you would approve of me –
I learned some tricks
You never stopped to view

I wanted you to see me and
To like me;
To talk to you, accepted
Without qualms

I just wished that you noticed
And you loved me –
I wish that you were more like
Other moms


 

(“I Tried To Dance” – 10-17-2014)

Heartbroken

The porpoise may become a shark,
If we don’t have our species right;
Because she loved him in the dark,
She thought she knew him in the light

She thought she knew; she felt so strong –
But love gone left is simply, wrong,
And hollow is the memory
That now is tinged with treachery


© Katarzyna Bialasiewicz | Dreamstime.com – Heartbroken woman

Old Poem, Age 24 (Edited)

[I had completely forgotten this poem and the event it refers to. At the time, I would not have thought that possible, so hard did it hit me. – Owen]


One night, you gave yourself to me
  the next night you had gone away
I do not understand
I do not understand at all

I still remember how it felt
  to be right next inside of you
I do not understand
I do not understand at all

The wine the bath the touch the kiss
  the hours spent in all of this –
The feel of you the sound of you
  the taste of your intention

One night I do not understand
I still I do not understand
The wine I do not understand
I do not understand

If She Could…

If she could flee the way she feels
She would. But that is not a choice:
She sleeps but fitful, misses meals,
And can find neither mind nor voice

To outline all the emptiness
She’s known since he’s been gone:
And all that she has left to keep
Is just keep

On

Her Kiss

Her kiss was full with oleander
Poison soon meandering
It’s way down to destroy
The last festoon he kept
Of flowers full of love.

And as she shed her denim,
He, unknowing, filled with venom,
Just another boy
With whom she slept,
To punish him, and every man,
For what she’d missed

In love