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Anyway
by Richard VinceFinally, I can admit to myself
What I always tried to hide
All those years ago: she was
Not what I was looking for,
But I loved her anyway.
All those hours of feigned
Annoyance were founded on
A deep layer of affection.
They were a defence against
Wishing for what we knew
Could never be.
Even when I headed her way
And she headed mine, we crossed
Over the ocean and ended up
Even further from one another.
She saw my land from the air,
While I saw her sky on
A licence plate.
Sometimes, I wish I had been
Pressed to confess the way
I badgered her, but she was
Too cynical to believe it.
She was not what I was
Looking for, but I would never
Want to change her, so
That left us exactly
Where we were.
At last, though, I want
To be honest, but she is
Nowhere to be found, so
My confession is, alas,
A private one.
She was blonde and grumpy,
But I loved her anyway.
01/13/2011 Posted on 06/24/2011
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/25/11 at 11:24 AM Tugs at the heart-strings...so sad.
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| Posted by Julie Adams on 06/26/11 at 02:29 AM I love this poetic novella, a pleasure to follow it's winding path, it is as tangible as the keyes I press now ;) |
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