A sad love story in three poems

Links in a Chain
May 2008
This you will not understand
How your face pressed itself
Into a loop, in my mind
Coming between me and my new lover
Not because of what you said
But what you did not say
Because of what you did not hear
Not what you heard
Because your eyes were always closed
You dance to the beat of your own drummer
Like a rat in a maze, always running
Around the same loop
In your own mind
'This you will not understand'
And I don't understand it either

The Gift of Doubt
June 2008
Sometimes the pale sun shimmers behind the morning fog
and I doubt it will ever burn through.
Maybe the order of days has been revoked?

I revisit the question: who am I?
As important as a fly
in the everlasting evolution of the universe.

And who are you? You turn my no into a yes
you turn my yes into a no and squash me
leaving the crazy footprints of my dance upon the sand

leaving me to doubt and know
I will build another castle in the sand
The sun will shine another day, and we'll both burn

in the endless cycle
dust unto dust unto dust

The Missing Peace

April 2009

The space inside my head is quiet

Now I have the missing piece

You gave me, that

you didn't have to give

You thought that the pieces

were interchangeable,

that women were.

No wonder your puzzle

didn't fit together!

You thought what flies with one

flies with another, flies

because it flies

Your world is very broken. You witheld

your whole self, and gave me

just one piece

and shattered mine

Look in the mirror

Look at yourself

You are neither

all good nor all bad.

When you are whole

you can give yourself

over and over

If you give piecemeal

part to me, part to her, part to her

you fall apart, dissembling

what you think you save.

Pick up the pieces!

I thank you for the missing peace,

the quiet space inside my head

Wide open, so much that it hurts

Is this how the sky feels

when the clouds are swept away?