Who knew
that my distaste for certain kinds
so burdensome
for that gentle soul of yours,
though it reckoned I should oblige
that I'd forever be at service...
We both know
irritated,
I gave chance a go multiple times
hoping you'd understand
the misunderstandings
and the miscommunications
(dealt far too often)
that we got to be honest
and blunt if needed
to work it out
together.
I led the dance
and I cared did I not?
Or was it not enough I wonder,
perhaps too much.
I knew through our year
and through our two new weeks
(always...)
date the one soul
why should friends and family intervene
in our soft love?
why did you ever talk about us
and let them fool you?
could you not hold the weight?
or was I that cruel?
Barely distraught when you cried
and gave your all
I didn't take it seriously
I suppose then and there.
For two weeks
far and busy
I had no moment to gather...
but it was dawning
I knew it'd arrive
when I saw again your art
on my walls
those gifts you gave me
scattered around
and that letter
next to my pillow
the crash came when I got home
and again I've fucked up
I'm back at the familiar start.