by Richard Vince

He asks her, because it must
Be worth a try, even if
The chance is only slim.
I would have remained silent,
Preferring to cower behind
Furtive eyes until she turned
Her back on me for the first
And last time.

When the choice is between
Regrets, which does one choose?
The cost of avoiding the creation
Of fear in another is the denial
Of one more chance of happiness
For oneself.

Many words have I written
About those I have not met;
I hid myself from them by
Disguising myself as another
Nameless face they would never
See again. There is no better
Disguise than the truth.

I remain guilty of the theft
Of all those glances that were
Never mine to take, never learning
The ‘right’ way to do it,
If such a thing there be. Perhaps
My punishment was the imparting
Of that knowledge to me
Just as I ceased to need it.

Perhaps this makes up for
The lack of rejection that
Comes from never asking.


Posted on 01/20/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/28/05 at 06:46 AM

Richard, you have such a way with words in your poetry that lulls me into a peaceful world to live in them and what you say.

Posted by Holly H Dunne on 11/08/05 at 08:01 PM

i wrote something with the same title, nice to read a different take on it. i think you deal with a universal issue here very elegantly. good poem!

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