At Liberty

Poetry Friday

The fault…

I gave you the fault, for not staying away where I placed you. I won’t blame me for wanting to take you back. Your invitations where fancied up in promises I liked, That you would keep them was my hope. I only delayed the inevitable.

The love?

It was lousy, a madness full of fantasies, dreams on a dream. The old story it was, someone loves too much. The heart won’t throw out, but the mind knows the bad player. Nonetheless, nothing ends the memories, Of nights intertwined.

The reality

I tried this night out before, but the meanness was different, I asked your forgiveness then, what a mistake! For all your admiration of rationality, that too was false. Your words crumbled into Useless gestures.

And now?

The pain of that moment is well remembered, along with the relief, when you walked away, the picture held in your hands. I gave you what you had begged for, not in words, but in action. And so it ended, Our misadventure in love.

Tomorrow’s dream?

Finding some Old Guy, fed up with his loneliness, seeing the appropriate One, grabs her with both hands, whispers into her ear, “I’ll not let go of you.” And he follows up.

Love always follows up.