Chasing Aimee

by Richard Vince

She only had eyes for the boy
Who would not look at her until
She donned a disguise; who would
Never see the real her.

I always had ears for her,
Though I longed to give her
More, as was my inevitable way
Back then. It was hard to keep
Intentions honourable with
The dishonourable part of myself
So close to the surface.

She brought me more joy than
Perhaps she ever knew, but
Always denied herself by
Trying to be someone else
For someone else.

It would be easy to put it
Down to her youth, but
I have seen that desire to
Lose oneself to gain another,
The rejection of perfection for
Deception, in so many that
It seems now merely a
Human condition.

After all these years, I hope
That it is one from which
She has recovered, and that
She has finally found joy
In who she was all along.


Posted on 09/30/2018
Copyright © 2021 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/30/18 at 04:10 PM

I like what you've done here Richard. Nice, tight construction and vocabulary smoothly guides the reader and story down the page.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/05/18 at 03:29 PM

"with The dishonourable part of myself So close to the surface." This brought a little chuckle from me for it hits home. I like the way you expressed it. You and John Herzog remind me of why we write poetry. It eases heart ache and angst a bit - at least for me - just to get it out in the open. Perhaps like a cut on the arm that needs air to heal. Well done, Richard. Thanks so much.

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