by Richard Vince

As the colours and the evenings fade
Slowly, gently, towards winter once more,
Is this where you thought you’d be?

Perhaps coldness is really disappointment,
And disdain merely world weariness:
Non specific, impersonal protection of a
Fragile soul worn thin by everyday
Abrasions you thought would never be
Yours to endure.

From horizon to horizon, this is
Where we all are, trying to make the best
Of where we are and where we can be.

Some days when I care, I want to
Know what the blank, pallid face
I see is hiding. It is a selfish notion,
As is my way, and you would never
Appreciate the intrusion.

And so I try to fade from your
Life, from your consciousness…
But every so often, I make my
Unwelcome return, and find you
Just where I left you; just where
You do not want to be found.

Even if I closed my eyes, I could
Not cease to see the you that has
Cemented herself in my imagination:
The you that wishes to be
Somewhere else, someone else.

Perhaps there was a time, in
Another life, when I could have been
A good thing in your life. Now, I must
Fade into the background, for all I can
Bring is sadness.


Posted on 07/07/2014
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

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Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/17/14 at 04:05 PM

Moving lament for lost romance.

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