Joe Flach Poet Quatern

Lives of Pretense

So now we return to our lives of pretense
She to her husband and me to banality
Even though we just shared a love so immense
It is time to return to our fake reality.

On the sheets behind me remains her fragrance
The memories of her caresses so sweet
But now we return to our lives of pretense
As she slowly disappears down the street.

I stand on this balcony the future unseen
As now we return to our lives of pretense
My love for her it is true and it’s keen
But of her touches I must feign innocence.

She has another life that I am not a part of
To try to make a change makes no sense
She cannot leave it now not even for our love
So now we return to our lives of pretense.



NOTE:  I wrote this poem for a contest thinking a Quatern was 
required when in fact a Quatrain of only 3 stanzas was the format.  
So, alas, this has no home other than I like it myself.  
I penned another, quite different poem for the contest.

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Connie Marcum Wong April 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM I meant to congratulate you on having this moving poem featured! : )

Connie Marcum Wong April 29, 2017 at 4:09 PM The heart wants what the heart wants. It is sad and usually turns out to break up a marriage. I can relate as my first husband did this to me. He actually did me a favor because after our divorce I met and married a man who I have been happily married to 35 years. My ex's union with the woman he cheated on me with only lasted six years. He has since had two other wives and is now alone. A poignant portrait Joe. 7 ; )

Joe Flach April 27, 2010 at 5:44 AM Oops, thanks Joyce. I looked up the definition for "quartern" by mistake - notice the repeated phrase. That made it even more challenging. I like this poem, too. So I will remove it from the contest and try again. Thanks.

Joyce Johnson April 27, 2010 at 12:54 AM Joe this is a great poem and should be a winner, but did you notice that there is a maximum of three stanzas? I had four and removed one of mine when I noticed that. Joyce

Jessica Arteaga April 26, 2010 at 11:20 PM lives of before to break the present retract the future not worn, very much enjoyed reading this.