Twice Shy

Twice Shy

I meant it when I said goodbye:
The fights, the endless bickering, 
Your worst insults, my worse replies, 
No flame left even flickering.
And O the peace, alone at last,
Consigning you into my past.

 

What I forgot was how the mind 
Can delve down deep in days gone by,
Can re-present and realign,
Will re-sequence, tell tender lies,
Until what’s been takes centre stage,
Desire full flow, no hint of rage.

 

I hear old songs we knew were ours,
Sweet rhymes from new-found verse we shared;
I watch myself, hands filled with flowers,
Our love so soon to be declared.
But none of this fools me at all.
I’m adamant. I will not call.

(Poems for Remembering) 

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