Category: Written in 2020

Him and You and Me

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Our love was unusual
And most could not understand;
But, as long as we three did,
It was bliss, it became grand.
It was him, and you, and me,
And it was all bright then.
Being understood by all
Was not for us three gay men.

You left, a few days ago,
Giving me no chance for hope.

He lies with my burden now,
He struggles to help me cope.

I held you to this standard:
My other pennant of care…
Now I stand devastated,
Before all, ashamed and bare.
He tries to shield my spirit,
As they were all proven right.
For you could not choose to stay –
And gave up without a fight.

 

 

Timeless

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When you tell me
You need time
To get over love
You gave to be mine,
You fail to measure
One tiny thing:
This feeling, like
A golden ring,
Moulded between us,
In passion and desire,
Thoughts and promises,
All sorts of fire –
Forged despite hate,
Friends and others,
Resenting fathers,
Forgiving mothers.

Time is given
To those who need it.
To practise logic
And all that feeds it.
Time is needed
When you choose to forget.

What time need I,
If love is to be met?

The Ones Who Still Love Me

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It’s the third day
Since you left
Me.
The crying is now intermittent,
Between daily chores.
They interfere with the tears,
So, sadness lies hidden
Like the truth you never shared.

The ones who still love me
Become vocal.
They blame.
I cannot.
I’m in love.
It’s masochistic.

I regress into my room.
Fearful their love
Will terrify mine.

I can’t blame.
Not them. Not even you.

It’s all a matter of
Love.

Logic may appear –
Bringing a scale –
When promises and the past
Are measured.

It may.

Right now I deal
With hiding tears,
And countering
Future fears.