"The Other"
"Once in the madhouse they came like specks of cinnamon." - Anne Sexton
The seconds tick away
as I glance at my watch
impatiently
waiting for you
There is a man
who loves you
he came by today
and asked
"What is it you want with her?"
I smiled, but said nothing
Your beloved does not know
could never fathom
the depths of my passion
and devotion to you
My dearest one
if I cannot be with you
I don't want to ever
see the sunrise
or feel breath in my lungs
again
You have stolen
pieces of me, darling
that I cannot ever get back
Must I be forced to live this way
unable to see in the darkness
with your precious light?
No, I suppose this is the way of things
now that you're lost and gone
I wish you well, love
But I'll always stand here
in front of your house
on your street
now deserted
Your faithful "other."
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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