He moves forward,
frayed, weathered, wronged.
The distance is unmeasured by vows.
She looks back,
having unburdened her lack
on unsuspecting blame takers.
She’s not grown alone, she’s pulled someone along,
more than one someone, more than one time.
Perhaps she has climbed on their strong spines
when hers was doubled over, in blindness.
He’s not hers, she lays no claim, she hasn’t let go of her yesterdays. Yet.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Original post, Sept 26, 2016. Revisited and revised August 10, 2017.
one more try
i seek your forgiveness, your graces, your respect.
when I sit at your feet, i feel nothing.
I desire to desire you.
Is that asking too much?
I desire to fix all mistakes, bring back innocence and youth and to repair your shattered heart.
It is not enough. These are not reasons to return.
Return only- i have learned- for that crazy dancing lust enveloping the practical side, that primal urge creating attachments caused by a brain hard wired for carnal pleasures and a need to feel alive.
“Do not return for guilt. Do.not,” lectures the therapist. After 30 years the stories from those lounging in the chaise she recognizes when the truth is heard, when someone listens, when someone, finally, forgives herself and moves forward toward trusting her own head.
for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.