The Toll

For my muse...

I.
If I could talk to you and tell you everything I want to say,
I honestly don't know what I'd say, at least for today.
Where to start, where to begin, where will it end?
In twenty-one years, where will I even be then?
Will I always wonder what if? What if? What if?
Until then, through this garbage heap I'll sift.

II.
Cursed to the underbelly of the beast,
My hopes are rising like bread with bad yeast.
I used to miss even your frown, now I can't forget it.
I remember every instant of bliss, every tiny little bit.
Years have passed, we've gone our separate ways.
I keep hoping you'll suddenly return my gaze.

I want you to return to where you belong in my arms,
We'll burn down bridges, hen coops, and small farms.
Napalm a tomato field for failing to produce perfection,
No... I won't ever forget any single transgression.
Every instigation, every conversation, its part of me,
Every hope I have, Every dream I dream, washed out to sea.

III.
I want to say... so many things... but I realize I'm wrong.
Its something every lover's known as long as songs
have been sung: "You can't ever, ever, ever, ever go back"
What's done is done... so grab your bags and pack,
Forgiveness is like Moving to North Dakota for fun,
Forgetfulness is easier found from a gun.
Tell me Doc, do they have a pill for what ails me:
The catch-22 of loving someone you can't ever love freely.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Forgiveness is like Moving to North Dakota for fun,
Forgetfulness is easier found from a gun."
This is real life poetry. I like the many strong statements in this poem. When the love is running away. Like trying to hold on to the wind. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[MoriartyMesa]

I would recommend breaking this up into a three or maybe even four sections for a better flow.

It is nice, but I would say some minor edits would help.


I dont know poetry from nothing, but just my view.