Some days,
I think I lost you
in the sludge of time
I blame the years of erosion
that wore the edge
off desire.
Others,
I never found
the right combination
of clever words to unlock
your cast-iron heart;
I blame the limits
of language.
We find curious places
to put our failures:
in the crannies of
the impossible
and the
mundane.
But in moments of clarity,
I know you were
the perfect mirror,
of all I wanted
reflected,
absorbing
no light.
Are you still on list? A good one. Too true.
“We find curious places
to put our failures:
in the crannies of
the impossible
and the
mundane.”
That is startlingly poignant. A really beautiful piece of poetry.