A jealous obsession
A type of hunger
What she was to me —
An unhealthy time
For my attitude,
A heart’s insolvency
I watched from a distance
Wanting her
In the manner men are prone
Then froze in surprise
When she called my name
The first time we
Were alone
Past Paris, out near Claye-Souilly,
Beside a small and blue canal,
She had me stop so we could see;
Such was, I think, her rationale —
We then we went to a hotel bar
And drank our fill of Pinot noir,
And laughed and sang and swayed and played,
Past Paris, where mistakes
Get made
in lives gone by,
he spoke the truth in comfort;
in worlds away,
her heart was frail, unsure —
in agony,
they martyred themselves daily
for what is good
is rarely ever
pure
Two men pursued her who she liked:
One was nice; the other a jerk.
She asked me, then, for my advice:
I said, “The latter’s bad for you”
And so, she thanked me and she left.
She broke up with the nicer one;
Was with the jerk, until she found out
He was cheating on her
She called me up in tears, and asked:
How could he run around on me?
I said “He treated you like crap;
Almost as bad as you treat yourself”
There was silence, then she said,
“I counted on you for support.”
The phone clicked and she went away;
A place that she’s been since
It’s kind of like a hangover:
You knew that it would happen, but
You drank way too much anyway,
And blame me for
The pain
night was, when he was there and she was free;
shame was their shadowed, shared expectancy.
omens will come that can’t be seen
but they were caught up
in between
I seek the way beyond the fence,
But more and more, I doubt it —
The world grows new with innocence
And I grow old without it
My friend, you’re very young and fair;
With life and youth you’re blooming —
And you would also see me there,
Not knowing what is looming –
You should be in the joyful skies,
With revelers and dancers —
I do not mean to patronize;
I have no lasting answers —
But know what cannot ever wake;
Let us not tease, or flout it —
The world grows new with innocence,
And I grow old
Without it
He’s back with you again: oh, joy.
And you’ve been most elated —
So happy you’ve resumed your
Sacred pairing
He thinks about you all the time?
That doesn’t mean he likes you;
Just know — obsession’s not the same
As caring
