I don't claim to understand any form of poetry. I don't claim to write any either. Think of the following as free verse, in kindness and rambling, in any other state of mind.
a look, a glance, a stare ?
just a pair doing their myriad duties
too well...
and more
they asked me
i could not answer
they told me
i could not understand
they gave a smile of acceptance
i could not believe
they cried, no tears
i could not comfort
they conveyed our closeness
and forced our distance
they were fearful
i was the coward who flinched
they were cold fury
and i let them burn, consume...
i turned away
wished in that instant they would demur
blink
be anything but alive with that cornucopia of possibility
and it was i who brushed them close for all time
so gently
they haunt me now
always
i would have it no other way
they mock me, my helplessness, my humanity
just a pair doing their myriad duties
too well...
and more
they asked me
i could not answer
they told me
i could not understand
they gave a smile of acceptance
i could not believe
they cried, no tears
i could not comfort
they conveyed our closeness
and forced our distance
they were fearful
i was the coward who flinched
they were cold fury
and i let them burn, consume...
i turned away
wished in that instant they would demur
blink
be anything but alive with that cornucopia of possibility
and it was i who brushed them close for all time
so gently
they haunt me now
always
i would have it no other way
they mock me, my helplessness, my humanity
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