Tell me, why hast thou come?
To twist the knife perhaps? Survey the damage done
By unreasoned faith in an illusion, blemished
From the start by some stunning image
Conjured up by ambivalent words of equivocal intent.
Even then, no doubt, skillfully uttered with thoughtless contempt
Of annoying aspirations of love’s strength in all things,
As a turn to joy and childish laughter, forgotten nights alone and even a hint of
golden wedding rings.
Why hast thou come this way again?
You parted as neither lover nor as friend,
I was but a way stop on some restless flight
That overtakes you at times in the midst of night
When all else in your life has fled
And when you should be seeking a long reflective sleep, you sought my company
And there was nothing in the hidden fury of your leaving
That gave me cause for doubt for believing
That all I felt and revealed with open words, their meaning deep and true,
Had at last found a place of recognition. My lone and meager gift held long in
hope’s soft agony and always meant for you.
Was there such a fool as I? Many, perhaps, but I must be a special one I fear,
As once again I apprehend soothing words and light hearted footsteps rapidly