Feburary 28th, 2011
I was honest and resolved;
Knowing, certain, strong.
But knowing keeps longing around,
Denying breaks my solid ground.
Is self-restraint a virtue when all it does is shy love away?
Again and again?
How much was acted?
How much was lied?
If one thing is certain.
It’s that I should have told you sooner
How I didn’t feel within your song,
A melody to score future reflexes
To grab love by its first notes,
A tree saved from painful timbering,
A garden set with clear eye lines.