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Myrna Zenon Poem
What is this, that’s happening?
How we should part and hang on to what?
We have no future,
But have a history.
We have no time,
But yet these feelings.
We have no sense,
But a good laugh.
We have been losing respect,
But yet have love.
We have good times,
Followed by the bad.
We have good conversation,
But at times, it gets twisted.
We have desire for one another,
But yet it could be lust.
We have emotion that continues to stir,
But yet, we have to let it go.
We have the connection that makes us one,
But unfortunately it’s three.
We have the urge to see each other,
But yet there is another.
We have the smile through out the day,
But yet a frown, late at night.
We have the image of the other,
But not time spend, makes it disappear.
We have each other stuck in our hearts,
Makes us feel we have to part.
We have and we have and we have and we have.
But have what?
So much we can have,
But yet have nothing.
We could have but the circumstances,
Makes us have to part.
We could of have had the star and moon,
But yet we have another empty time in space.
So no matter what,
How much we could of had have,
The bottom line is… that we cannot HAVE each other.
Copyright © Myrna Zenon | Year Posted 2025
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Myrna Zenon Poem
The matter of the fact is that it’s over.
What I’ve been asking for.
Whether it’s a dream come true or not.
What my action has provoked.
What my words really meant.
But I know this is it... it is, what it is.
He’s action are firm and took my words to heart,
That is what I created.
Now, that it’s done,
And feel his pain,
There is no other way.
Our presence in front of each other,
Is damaging to each other heart and emotion.
When you know that you’ll never be one,
all because there is another.
So, even if we didn’t want to part,
We had too.
No matter, how much history we may have had,
In this life time,
Had him a few times,
And always had a blast.
That it added up to twenty plus something.
Right now, some more but tomorrow no more.
Because its been going on for too long.
Showing and expressing these feelings that continues to keep us together,
It continues to grow.
That it needs to stop being fed by the expression and the time being spent along with the words.
That it all, needs to stop,
Give the other, the chance to be happy and grateful for what it has.
Not fair to the other.
For some reason or another,
No matter, how much time passes, we always seem to cross each other’s path.
And it begins, again.
For now eleven, never realize it.
And how close he was becoming of me,
When I recall his words of wanting me near more.
This is it, really my dear.
No more closeness, no more words, no more desire.
It is, all of the old….. seemed forever.
But, its times to let go.
Let see what the future may bring for us,
If the time, crosses us again,
What would we feel?
With all this madness, that has been going on, for all, these years.
Copyright © Myrna Zenon | Year Posted 2025
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Myrna Zenon Poem
My mate, at times, tells many lies.
I try to understand, how is it that that lie,
Became so big,
That, I can’t tell the truth.
At times, when he speaks his words just doesn’t sink in.
He whisper the sound of truth,
But once again, I don’t understand.
The lies has become so wide that,
The words aren’t understood.
He poses as the innocent victim,
When he tries to explain, the truth, of a lie.
He tries every thing in the book.
But some how, how he forgets,
That I have the book of truth,
Where it explains,
How innocent liars can deceive the true heart of the real innocence.
So, when he comes at night,
With his dumb explanations and aggravation.
I take out my book of lies and look it up
And see that he is a lie, too.
Copyright © Myrna Zenon | Year Posted 2025
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