careless

Author's Note

something under deep inside makes me wonder why
y all those times we had to hide
while your present love goes unconfined

then again my heart is dead
waisting away by an untied thread
loosing what I dread most
which should be what I long to boast

"marry me" will not be there
for time is for thee to spare
not likewise is for me
I sit here and wait for he

in his bed neatly unmade
he not my lightness but is my shade
insecure as long ago
chances for a suckling to bid hello

care is no longer in the air
what I do is quite unclear
until the moment that its done
it is he the actions from

Reviews

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Interesting use of the author's note. I'm not sure if that was intentional or just 'careless'. I felt you sketched the theme of the poem nicely. You present us with a woman who has lost not only her love, but also the chance to have kids or "sucklings" as you put it. Which she feels is a dwindling opportunity "for time is for thee to spare not likewise is for me" and so she broods over what could have been.