A fierce love
Aided by youth
Blessed by naivete
With little proof
...BoldlyThe seasons changed, The years passed, Once-important love Flying at half-mast If
...OnlyTime not spent Embraces denied Attention-less "If only..." she sighed. Always
...LonelyWith Security Implicit Everyone else comes first No time to solicit Feelings, ready to burst. Damn
...PeopleNo, a person... The one who SHOULD Care, but doesn't Seeming to, but leaving one To
...WritheChores completed Children abounding Back row seated Passions drowning Coldly
...In SilenceAlways looking forward, Ahead, again and again, "Chin Up" she thinks, toward A potential better future But,
...IgnoredWith Embraces Rejected, Conditions Inspected, Defects Detected,
AndA Sad Submission To Implicit Diversion brings her a Recognition, Through Intuition An Evaluation of the Conditions:
...A sad submission to the fact that she's always alone.
...The person she loves most is never home.
...Out and about, around town with friends, not picking up the phone.
Always... AloneA gross realization that Despite the circumstances, Wearing many different hats, And many, many chances ...A love has been left to die Alone Always charging ahead, Blindly ignorant of what's behind him It's behind him, it doesn't matter Or does it? Garnering a useful perspective Hopefully not too late To fix all the things he's done wrong He hopes it's not too late To fix his mistakes Many, many mistakes Forged in complicit denial Of the things that are important Truly important How could he lose sight of The very reason he cares to begin with? The wife, The mother, The root Of the very tree he's growing. No others In all the world Could make him feel Like he does when she's with him And it's showing Cold, Alone Stuck in a bad dream And all the while Everything seems...fine But it's not, and it's growing A feeling of unrest Which seems manifest To destroy everything he has Pounding in his chest In requisite solace A conclusion is drawn: How can he live his life without her? Is she not
The flower to his pollen?
The river to his lake?
The sunrise to his sunset?
The wind to his kite?...Of course she is! How could he doubt? He looks inside himself And, realizing, Glaringly obvious as it should be, She is everything. The days pass by; His only hope is that The future is
UnsungMaybe he can repair His gravest mistake Of leaving her there Lying in wait For him...always Always when he's not looking. And now that he his, His boldest hope Is that in this moment of time He will be able to show How much he cares; How wrong he's been over the years; And
To find and comfort all of her fears
To reach softly to wipe her tears
To love her and always stay near
To put her ahead of his career
To help her and not steer
To drink less beer
To feel...All the things that make her the most special person in the world to him; Without exception With inflection Withstanding rejection To see
Person he's ever wanted to know
...Come back to him.