Heartbreak Corner
Isn’t it true
That when one loves
One seeks to spend as much time as they can
With the other?
Am I then a fool?
For holding on?
Is this a mirage?
Why then will he keep me
Dangling the carrot as I trod on
Taking me to God knows where.
Why would he shelf me
Knowing he doesn’t want me?
Or is there love in it?
As a part of it?
My friend Sergio says I should open my eyes
And see that he gives me nothing
And so it means nothing to him
But what do I do with all this longing?
Where do I store all this yearning?
How long
Before I find another to rain down this yearning on.
And how do I cope,
Waiting for such a one?
What do I do with all this love
I have in my hands
Holding out my hands with these flowers
Throwing open my arms to hold him close.
God, it’s not fair.
I have been praying
Sincerely
For so long.
What is my handicap?
And why would you think
I am strong enough
To be alone.
That’s why I am holding out
Hoping for a touch, a caress, a stroke.
I have been reduced to a beggar.
Picking up crumbs of his love
Carelessly thrown off the table.