Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Peacefully Unrequited

I have a strong affection
For the place I tried to die.
Make more sense if I loathed it

Or was grateful that it failed
To give me the end I sought
And thought I desired.

But this isn’t gratitude
Nor anything like relief.
I am content to be here.
I have no complaints I lived.

I just feel love for that pond.
It wasn’t a secret place.
I was the secret in it.
No one knew me there.

No one knew that I was there.
The water and the aspens
Could not possibly have cared.

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