A Car Wreck Seen from Three Angles

My love, do you think me stupid for my focus
On what's yet to be? We cannot know our fates,
And give up so much of what is preparing for
May, or may not, happen on another day.
I dread the one on which you'll go while you
Are here, so sweet and lovely, bringing more
Joy to me than I've felt for many years. To
Turn from that to fear its end is, I will say it
For you, love, a stupid thing, not what I
Ought to do.


What we never can have may haunt me forever.
You're here at my side. We are talking and
Clearly so pleased to be paired, but I can't
Have your hand. I can't kiss your face. I
Must, married man, leave you untouched,
And you, morally upright and more or less
Pledged to another, look into me,
Helpless, aware that there's no one
Who ever could love you so fiercely, yet
Must keep his love at arms' length,
And must wait for the day when you
Leave, for a light to go out, and your
Image, more beautiful than any other,
Your sweetness, which always has
Saved me, to haunt me, perhaps for
The rest of my life.


Her coolness had a comfort to it,
Given the restrictions we were
Facing, and, in fact, still face.
We can't be lovers.  Fair enough.
I'd be something akin to hers:
I'd loom and make it obvious
That she was everything to me,
And she would let me loom,
A little smile on her lips, and
Something, just appreciation?,
Faintly showing in her eyes,
And, soon enough, she'd go
Away, and I'd be shattered.
She would be okay.  That
Seemed all right to me.  There
Is so much she plans to do.
She has to act, while I, more
Done than bent on doing,
Have the time to nurse a
Broken heart.  But, suddenly,
She radiates the sort of love I've
Offered her, despite the hobbles 
On our lives, and I fear now that, 
When she goes, she'll be in pain, 
As I will be, and I won't feel the 
Comfort that I did when she was cool.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-20 at 05:34

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