And would it have been better, after all,
after these months full of suggestions
leading all ways to find the one
point to a chance
for change in stasis,
running the risk it be
revealed as but another dry oasis
adding to those we left behind?
Would it have been less painful
to postpone, again, the action,
have suffering continue as before
when it appears to have become a habit,
but does not seem, for that,
less of a pain that daily tears your heart?
How to improve the second-best solution,
feeling the best is out of reach for now?
How not to hurt the other,
driven to take the first step
out of tune
in the prevailing dance of possibilities
that threatens to go round and round again?
How to let temporary logic
rule over whispering love,
how to ignore my pain
that looks at me out of your eyes
in shock and disbelief?
How to explain
that I do love you even more, not less -
when your blank look cuts me
in half and lets me know that you
believe old fears have now come true?
So, would it have been better,
after the pain, the hard words
and the crying, the mutual reproaches,
to have left things unsaid, untouched
and stumbling as they were?
I do not know.
If it turn out
this change was for the worse
and not the better,
I will have learned
maybe you, too
and we can take our steps
into our futures
sadder and wiser
for all the years
Somewhat vaguely in the mode of T. S. Eliot's "Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock"