I love.
And so do you,
but let’s not try to love each other.
It was never going to work.
There are plenty of times
We find a way
and hope that moments turn to years
but this is not
a way to say
That we will lose all of our fears.
There are looks
ones that we give each other
looks that go right down through walls
and into hearts and seize them.
Looks that stir us to feeling
something other than despair.
I know that words don’t go away
after they’ve been said
even if we wish to play
long after words are dead.
Now is not the time to cling
to what was never real
Let’s not say that it was love
when we are dead and gone.
“Clinging to what was never real”–now, there’s somethin’ I’ve been thinkin’ about in recent months. I wonder if you’ve seen the movie, “Secondhand Lions”? There’s a great line to the effect that, if we want to believe something (good and lofty)–it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not; if it lifts us up, to believe, than we should go for it. This doesn’t really pertain to your poem–but it was on my fuzzy little brain. I highly recommend the movie, if you’ve not seen it. Have a blessed day–(but not “le jour sans” Caddo)
I saw the movie (which I liked) and I whole-heartedly disagree with that idea.
I can really relate to this, somehow. Thanks for putting into words what (I think) my heart and mind have been wanting to say. Sometimes, others say it best. (:
You are welcome (of course). I am always glad to hear from readers.
Boy do I love that last stanza!
Thank you.