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Thursday, April 9, 2009

SAD STORY, Crazy Love

Crazy Love

I am at a loss, dumbfounded.

Neither of us forgets the depth,
The big range, affection ready at our command,
We always felt exceptionally well-suited,
We were great couple in so many ways…

You proclaimed our special bond.
One early Sunday evening,
It was sometime mid August about year and a half ago;
You may not recall, yet
What you said, it meant a lot to me.

We stood at the corner, remember?
Seventh Avenue at Twenty-Fourth Street,
Awaiting the red, traffic signal,
When I told you a recent article from “Science Times”,
Reported the outside perimeter,
A year and half at tops, the intensity of romantic love,
The passion subsides that quick scientists argue.

Oh! You immediately demurred,
We had not even crossed the Avenue, before
You objected, challenged current science,
And proclaimed, said “Not for us!”

You professed the special heat,
How our romance,
Our romance more akin to eternal flame,
Not subject to normal wane of heart’s intensity.

My soul took flight;
The change was quick to my entire demeanor.

I felt like Superman who in single bound
Able to leap tall buildings, I believed my power
Greater than steam locomotive,
That I ran faster than speeding bullets,
I could bend steel with my bare hands.

I would run away with you!

Poppycock! Pure tomfoolery personified,
And me, idiot, to believe, to accept
A word you might say,
When past history proved
Honesty, something you never learned at home.

By October you were gone,
Your every promise, your solemn vows,
Your abject assurance to be good, prevarication,
Everlasting love, indeed! It lasted
No more than seventy-five days.

I am sick of it, this terrible romance,
I can not go on, I feel it’s charade,
Too much, the caprice,
You toss me to the ground, stomp upon me,
The ungrateful child’s unwanted toy,
However you may have wanted me,
I exist no more, and am broken.

For both of us there’s plenty desire,
You sneak up on me; watch me from a distance,
Stoking the flame which still fires your heart,
And neighbors tell me they see you,
Saying how you haunt me,
How you seem unable to let me go,
Signs the real extent,
How much you must still love me.

And I write this love poem,
Though what was once this thing of ours,
This breathe and we wondrous, beauteous mates,
Finished, driven apart, and my verse,
Pathetic exercise, sorry chapter
In story gone nowhere,
It bears title, everything about us so crazy.

Had I not become accustomed to your way,
Spent no time next to you in bed;

Were I smart enough a man,
Avoiding you in the first place,
Never saying a word to you,
Except perhaps the usual humors,
The greetings ‘Good Morning, and Hello’,
The simple inquiry about your health,
Asking the everyday how-are-you,
I would never have gotten to the point,
That loathsome feeling, you love me no more,

Or worse yet that you had never loved me,

And equally, both sad and disturbing,
That mine, the warmest of regard,
Turns to disdain, and fervent wish,
We speak no more, and I never see you again.

I feel you, woman. I have the telepathic gift
To hear when you think of me, and you know it!
And this power runs two ways.
Right now I could clench my teeth,
Do an inward scream, whose loudness
Would awake you and disturb your sleep to dawn.

I wish I could caress you,
Practice the arts, embrace my erotic bent,
Oh had I been allowed more time to turn you,
Make you a slave to love, enthrall you,
But I really wish, I might have forgotten you,
Relegated your touch to darksome region,
A place free, blank, where I
No longer remember your name.

Can’t you fall in love with someone else?

I know it’s wrong for me to say,
I love you. So let me go.
Time will strengthen my resolve,
I shall move on. Chance to reconcile,
Prove your word, sincere and true,
Though once allowed, has come and gone.

Darling, we have fallen and are amiss,
No! No joy, fruitless to embark upon a road,
A road running to distant horizon,
Yet it goes nowhere,
With ultimate destination, the final end of us.

My pledges of love, all my dreams, now lament,
My mind is rent, my heart, devastated,
My joy, sorrow, my victory, nightmare defeat,
I am mad for neither can I live with nor without you.

I believe I love you, but the love has gone.
A while ago hot and bothered, now I am cold,
My regard for you now soured, turned to disdain.
I desire your return; take you back readily any ol’ day,
Too bad I no longer believe a word you say.

I’ll say it using the cliché, maybe make it clear,
I am rock steady, but I’m beginning to shake,
How much more, this heart breaks, can I take?

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