A Matter of Time (poem)

I wish I would have known when you didn’t feel a part of us anymore.

Maybe it was the moment you left. I hope it was.

I hate the thought of you next to me without wanting to be.

It was never that way for me,

well not until we touched after us

and you told me it must just be chemistry because you weren’t in love with me.

 

And suddenly the person I trusted most

became a person who was a ghost

looked right through me to the other side

without trying to capture my eye

 

I had never conceived he would leave me

because it wasn’t easy.

 

It was electric. It was rare. But I guess he didn’t care.

He was done. On to another one.

 

He believed in the law of diminishing returns

maybe it always was

just a matter of time.

 

 

It isn’t true. He cares a lot. I do too.

“we”

“We” are special until we think we aren’t.

It still takes two to tango, even if we never learned how.

faults are natural, they occur.

they occur in the streets, in quiet spaces, in blank faces, in every nation.

no one can explain it all, nor understand it all.

but traveling widely it seems the world’s majority people are seekers of good, are good.

may “we” not fall into their hatred

may “we” be bigger than that.