Post by Wolf on Feb 24, 2004 15:05:18 GMT -5
Author's note: This was written shortly after April, my second wife, and I had separated. She had told me repeatedly that she married me to spite her mother and regretted marrying me.
Quest
...for April
Strange,
how in her quiet manner
she comforted me--
and yet,
how disquieting...
Perhaps
I am too wary,
too close yet to what has been--
but--
dare I try again?
I think not.
For it is hard
to travel a path
one has done before,
knowing full well where it leads--
to a crossroad,
where I must take one path,
and, invariably,
she another...
Many times I have reached this junction;
each time choosing a different path
than before,
thinking this is the one...
But, somehow,
we chose different paths--
and
she would depart,
bitter, hurt, withdrawn--
I have learned to accept
the pain of departure;
and
not to seek a companion<br>
for life's winding path...
Instead, I welcome what friendship
may come my way,
and rejoice in memory
that it was,
once it has gone--
for,
at least the fact
of what was
can never depart...
I would cherish,
and never ask--for it is better
that one be lonely
than two be hurt...
Yet, I am disquieted,
uneasy,
for she has brought peace,
and I, her:
Without love,
companionship is but an empty dream;
its pursuit futility--
hurting the one receiving,
leaving the giver
more alone than ever...
Can I give love?
I know not--
Yet, one must learn by history
or be doomed to repeat its mistakes--
--dare I try again?
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, November 11, 1974
...this poem is wonderful...my favorite type of poetry is the kind where it's pure emotion and this one is exactly that....
great job!