IF LOVE EXPECTS FOREVER
Posted by O'Maolchaithaigh on January 16, 2008
There’s more to love than romance and lust
more to love than sharing and caring
or kissing so looong you forget to breathe.
There’s more to love than even that.
I lost a love
a special love, comforting, relaxed
sensual, full of future,
an obliteration of all failures.
I hurt How to describe the pain?
I hurt everywhere all at once
my skin muscle bone
every cell in my body hurt.
I’d lost more than a lover
more than the comfort of her flesh
more than her presence in my life her beauty her wit
I’d lost more than a mate to share sorrow and joy
I’d lost more than the children we might have had
the feel of her swollen belly
the cry of our infant
the joy of teaching, nursing, nurturing
our children our children our children
I cried at first
pounding my hands on a floor wet with tears
I played with her gun carelessly left behind.
Shot a bullet into the desert it worked well.
no not that.
I imagined her return
believing our love would bring her back.
“I couldn’t hurt him,” she told me
She had to do what was best for her.
So she went to him
she didn’t talk, about us
she didn’t want to care.
I couldn’t live I couldn’t die
I was dead.
Radio, sweet music, had lost its power
The birds just screeched flowers only smelled
I couldn’t eat I couldn’t drink I couldn’t feel
No food no water no love
Too late too late too late.
“Our love is over,” my love told me.
“Men always want to hang on.
When it’s over it’s over.” It’s over.
“We’ll still be friends really.” Really?
Once we shared ideas
Now she’s too busy his politics her politics
my ideas are wrong, my friends mistaken.
Love is more than that
more than expectations
more than pain pain goes away.
Love is learning how to survive
and love again
no expectations now.
Losing love showed me my soul
I never knew I had one.