Almost A Sonnet
I discovered love too soon and easily destroyed it.
I discovered love could bloom again and so I tried it,
I discovered like a child with stubby hands and greedy heart
who sees a flower by the road and tears it all apart,
I continued to live my life in the expected ways.
I continued to play the part and smile through scrapbook days.
I continued like a tired teacher at the board
who talks of love and literature and prays she's not ignored,
I believed that one day we would meet and understand it.
I believed that fate would make it just as though we planned it.
I believed like fragile little ladies with their beads
that you would surely rise again and answer all my needs.
But now by cold gray stone I stop and kneel
to trace the wounds I know can never heal.
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