He loves her
He loves her not
Talking to him about her
Is like pulling pedals
Off a daisy,
Though in the dark
Of my car, parked
In front of his dark house
On the hill overlooking
Hometown, all the pedals
Pulled says he loves her
Still, even if he’s unaware
Of the turmoil she goes through
And the mystery of her
Current situation her poems
Allude to but only
With careful reading,
I want to take him by
His shoulders and shake him,
Tell him how good he has it,
The way is life is,
But shaking him is like
Shaking myself,
Since we both flat in
The same quick sand,
Only he’s learned not to struggle
While I squirm and sink
Faster and deeper,
Quick sand of love
Maybe even she doesn’t see,
Only the trail of tears that
Led us to this pit of our own folly
Led us to tumble in with
No easy way to climb out
If we can,
Even if we wanted to,
To love her is to love
Her forever,
Even if she refuses
To love us back,
And it is better to be
In this pit up to our arm pits
That not to be
Part of her life at all.
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