love’s labour lost

  • Ex-boyfriends in old haunts
  • Old hedgerows emerge and the
  • Grandest point remains
  • It comes fast and hard
  • The most pristine point of contention
  • Ah, yes, that was why
  • We wouldn’t remain together
  • Why
  • We we remain forever
  • Opposed
  • The sticking point
  • I am simultaneously relieved and defeated
  • Perhaps not to smack my head against this particular wall again
  • But to see the suffering and frustration in the eyes of a man
  • Once so treasured
  • Having known a Love’s deepest stores
  • And the years blur and melt away
  • Yes, it’s the same defeated slouch of shoulder
  • Yes, they’re the same eyes
  • Yes, they swell and redden in the very same way
  • But now it’s not in conflict
  • It’s in commiseration
  • And that’s worse
  • Because the parity of Love without consequential remorse
  • Love for merely affection’s sake
  • Asking for no answer or culpability
  • Love because of Love
  • And sorrow and commiseration for only the
  • Fact of a history of understanding.

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