Minor Tragedy
Moved to
complete inertia
surprised by
the fury of
my grief
Shards of
broken heart
surround me
the pattern of
shattering emotion
fills my space -
dangerous fragments
I am afraid
to look upon
anything which
might remind me
of that one who
so lately
took my love
for granted...
the "newness" gone,
He is enchanted
no longer
Me, once again
a fool
a joke
a has-been
had believed
in something more...
Led into glazed
complacency
reassured with words
and kisses
and passion
earlier in this game,
I let go my armor
allowed feelings to grow
and now:
all is withered
empty
useless
It is not
what he desires,
I see,
to learn
and to grow
to become
partners
with another...
Only the new
merits affection
or attention -
the comfort
of knowing
love enduring time
is not the prize...
k.e.cline, 9/10/99
the end