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Nov 2014
when i was young
i knew love.....
then  i lost it
left it on  southbound train
thinking
it, he would relent,
from the stubborn position
he, it had talked himself,
itself into, but that did not
happen...
i tried to find love,
i waited for his return
i asked for it
at the lost and found window
but nothing came of that

perhaps,
i should not
have been so adamant,
so stubborn in my views...

perhaps, we both should
of tried to understand
the meaning of love...
instead of insisting
that love was a
bargaining chip
with which we would
have the upperhand...

i lost a friend.... one with whom, i went through the machinations of making love....without understanding the creation
of relationship....is more than the pressing of skin...
left them
on a south bound train.. my
youthful arrogance....
and demands bound them
to the seat...
i never knew love...
i  did not understand...

i now stand often,
on the platform of the
station....and wonder....
writing exercise....
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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