Love makes us wonderfully, gloriously pathetic...

what he's afraid of

not that the world will end
whether in bang or in whimper

not that his life will end
whether suddenly
or after slow suffering

not that his long efforts
to make some kind of mark
will have come to naught

only that she doesn't miss him
one little bit

Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2011-08-18 at 17:44

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The profound nature of love. Excellent write, love the gentle, yet very evocative tone of this. Eloquent, creeps right into the consciousness of the reader- how strong are the passions of the heart. Well done!

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Ouch! The world is full of torments. These can be shrugged off until one allows another to concentrate them.

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happily my tongue is firmly in my cheek.
do we yearn to be missed intentionally?

I loved the pondering nature of this, the simple wandering thoughts that lead you to the final line, one of lifes maybes.

Well, Mr Graber Sir...
The excellent c/f has covered pretty much everything in his comment. The matters to which you allude are inevitable, of course. But love may ease the burden of existence.
As to the lady, I am not at liberty to divulge any information. I sense, you hold your own key...

The world will end at some point, life ending is a certainty. We'd like to think love doesn't have to and won't. We are generally wrong, hoping we are wrong about being wrong.
I'm not sure why but this made me think of my parents, married for 49 years and I don't believe they ever spent a night apart . . . they would have missed each other too much.