IntrospectWould I be terribly out of line if I said
I miss you?
It's only been three days.
I know we have talked every day,
But there is a you-shaped hole in my world
That aches as though it were forged in fire.
I am sorry.
Through ignorance of the law I committed the crime
Of seeing a man for who he is, not who he might someday become;
Of seeing a man for who he could be, and not merely as he stands;
Of falling in love with both.
I placed no conditions upon my heart when I plucked it from my breast,
Gently brushed away the frost of the years,
And laid it in the sun to warm
Someplace where you might find it,
Pick it up.
There were no hidden wires or traps to snare you.
I wonder whose Medusa heart you once grasped and held?
That lured you with promises of beauty
Then erupted into serpents that sank their fangs deep,
Spreading their venom so far beneath your skin
That when you came across my own, awaiting you so invitingly,
You instinctively recoiled, then ran
As if the Wild Hunt were baying at your heels.
© mjc 26 September 2017