Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,
& pondered deep what I have discerned,
& kissed your reflection on the moon;
not whispering you a long goodbye.
Perhaps the parting came too soon;
Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,
& sway your affections for mine — unreturned.
That can’t but to the death of love attune,
& quaff the harsh moral so harshly learnt,
& kiss the living off my life to die.
Or warp perfection into a staring silence,
& soothe the tumult within the years I yearned,
& kiss demons away from my violence,
not missing the hearts, I formerly burnt.
Perhaps my name is none but shame & regret,
& all you are is grace unmade — unmanned.
Perhaps I’ve never even met you yet!
or did I do unknowing, unready — unplanned?
Perhaps I’m broken beyond prepare;
Perhaps for all my life, I’ve never been there.
Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,
Perhaps the parting came too soon,
Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,
Perhaps we should hello before we say goodbye.
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