Wolfman

He is a ghost

who haunts my memories;

I do not know

if is alive or dead,

and, sadly,

I do care.

 

I loved him,

still do,

---but not enough

to replace the love

he longed for.

 

Kind and dear and loving,

bright and true and caring;

he was a good man.

He never knew

how special he really was.

 

Bruised by a lifetime

of rejection,

---always reminded

he was "inconvenient"

for his parents,

their careers

were more important

than raising a child.

 

He never believed

he was worthy of love.

He loved me,

yet could not believe

he deserved my love.

 

He drifted away,

hoping to find himself;

instead,

he lost himself,

trying to lose his heart hurt

in a chemical Neverland.

 

The rare and special

man I loved

had become

a mindless little boy,

still searching

for his Mother's love.

Reviews

[raining]

I like this, the way it conveys in a simple straightforward way a story that existed between the two of you. you have a very succinct style, as I read through your poems. This is an example of your style and I like it. a very readable and meaningful poem.