1
Her leaving Friday affected me
Much the same as a tree you'd see;
Which , when it is sawed clean thru
Looks the same for a moment or two.
Then falls, no longer a tree at all;
But dismembered parts in search of glue
That made it stand majestic and true.
2
Fought depression with sleep, and in between naps,
It came to me that maybe, perhaps
A call with all of my eloquent charms
Would make her, no doubt, rush back to my arms.
When twelve rings had passed, it came to me
That the two parts of"us" were just not meant to be
(The fate of disjointed reverie).
3
Bravado transformed into doubt, hate and fear
(Misguided love's version of Three Musketeers).
How could my angel have so much to do,
Hadn't she vowed to stay Saturday thru?
Maybe my all-encompassing vows
Had no real place in the here and now
(Love sometimes grows so selfish you know).
4
Doubt and fear left, then hate did its turn,
Kindled, smouldered, flickered and burned.
I'll do with her as I've done in the past.
I'll cut her off quickly-be silent so fast,
She'll wonder why friendship so sudden passed.
(Could these cruel thoughts so instantly be
Uttered by someone as in love as me?)
5
Cleaned up the motel room, almost at the door
Took one last look and there on the floor
By the bed lay blue boxers that she had loaned me
In an effort to cover my modesty.
Just then I grinned a wicked grin,
Put them on, and one of life's truths floated in.
For two days we BLAZED, though away she did run;
Why wail for her heart? Her loins are more fun.
Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor
