Well it was,
her,
we were inside the realm
fleeting,
her own passion absolved
perhaps
his own absence
could only drive desire
until
this is a despondent plea
to know
what is love
what is motive
why do we question anything
based upon
the reality
of our own
moral fiber.
Shock value,
circa twenty years
earlier,
listening to Laurie Anderson,
she taught me
how
how I might,
we may choose words
to confuse,
yet,
that precision,
two decades ago,
brought
two people
together
for reasons
of engagement,
elusive,
lacking,
subjective,
judgment,
disappearance,
when suddenly found,
let’s realize each other.
So I suppose
that is questionable,
a question,
anxiety,
a wonder,
do I want wander
to be,
the one going forward,
yes,
yes I do,
Yes I so badly want to,
that I need to tell you,
but I’m afraid,
my love,
will cause an end
end
cease
this world we are willing
to create
together.
Yet, you told me,
said to me,
years after I looked at
you
inflection,
expression,
(eyes)
thought
anything we knew
I had destroyed,
unfortunate
as the waning days began,
a frightening drive,
where I despaired believing
she,
driving,
wanted to go away,
as soon
as I did
go
go away!
Then the music,
back when an answering machine,
worked
independently,
enough to create
misconstrued
mistaken,
missed opportunities
to know,
to feel
to want
to cry
over and over
years later when knowledge
became
a cornerstone
of saying to one another …
each other
both of us,
her
me,
together.
We won’t we will not
we will not end that way again,
we won’t,
we did.
Maybe not
Scott and Zelda,
beautiful words
together.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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