Again

a common story of intimate proportions

 

Again

Away she went

In the form of dissent

Cutting herself off of all

Her losses before she knew

They existed

 

The quiet mind behind her eyes

Was in silent turmoil between

Her two loves

That she kept near her

Sides

 

Then the day came

Wherein she said to the one

You’re no more fun

I’m letting go please don’t cry

I don’t love you like I love my ham on rye

You haven’t offered me want I want and

Now I’m already in love with another guy

 

She explained she’d already lost hope

Though nope she never mentioned

That this was coming and all the while

Silent in her decision to silence her

Heart from the feelings that had begun to 

Start yet still acting as though

They weren’t yet apart

 

Clueless the lover was

Lost in his own cause

Living for them in a silent stance

Growing up and relearning to dance

The boogie of love when in the arms of his dove

Which she was

 

So her silence hadn’t startled him and

Forced him to give in like most women ask of men

When time comes to meet with the idea

That we should be in love

By now in our connection

 

Their casualness of it all

Had prevented a fall

Down head over heals attempt

At a committed love between them

All due to the girl who never wept

And the lover who was lost

When she replaced her lover with that of a loving friend

Who’d been waiting by her side poised to move right in

 

He protested and pled his love

That he too had been silent and

Had wanted without abatement

For the nerve to tell himself to her that his love was deep

And would she like to hold her breath and see

For herself how deep she could allow herself to swim

In the passion that lay before them

 

Would she consider what he had to offer

Now that he had come clean

And released his feelings that had been hidden within

When she had not told him that her feelings

Had stopped by force of some clock in the threshold of time

That passed briskly in their casualness

Of complete togetherness

 

Confused she knew not what to do

Here she had two men

Wanting to be with both of them

Loving each for their own reason

And afraid of losing either one of ‘em

 

And so it went

She had a dream

Her life passed by and in the end she came to cry

She had lost all the loves of her life

Some just puppies

Others deeper within

‘Cause her inability to talk openly with them

Had prevented any

From shining like a brightly colored gem

 

The lover scorned

Felling lost yet again

Waited for her to reunite with him 

And cried his sorrow out till the dawn came again

And again