Bobette Bryan's Poetry
If Not You
A Twisted Love Poem
I've killed our future together,
hacked off each little head
that sought me with pleading eyes.
I've destroyed many good things,
but they stubbornly cling to me.
The little sparks of hope
have crawled back into
their lonely graves
to mingle with my other
errors of the past.
But only this mistake
bears torrential tears.
Still, I loved you then,
and I love you now.
And I've loved you many
other times
through the years.
I've been trying to drown it,
stab it,
bury it,
hack it with a red-hot tongue
or a poised pen,
but wherever I look,
I see some kind of fire
that belongs to you,
blazing along my
weathered tombs
and sunning up the waves
that strike my shore.
And all that I feel for you
remains bitterly glowing.
It jerks with painful spasms
that will not sleep.
I am helpless and hungry.
My heart needs rest.
My body needs comfort.
But there is no one
to shelter me
if not you.
© 2009 Bobette Bryan
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