There May Never be a Time
May 26. 2006
I feel a sinking
in my heart ..
I think I felt it
from the start.
I see it doesn’t
really matter
how comfortable
your banter . . .
You pulled away ..
when you
seemed satisfied.
Only pretending happiness ..
you lied.
I see beneath the surface of
your dark veil
and shudder from
your visceral withdrawal.
You reel me into
your warm embrace ..
then overnight
your affection erase.
I do not cling,
or complain,
or demand ..
I simply say, “goodbye” and sadly
shake your hand.
Oh, my love,
I love you
so completely.
But you keep me
at arms length .. sadly.
Briefly, I thought
we had brightness,
and happiness,
and beauty . . .
Now, love, I fear
there may
never be a time
when you are
truly satisfied.
