Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Answer Me


Answer Me

Married in the church,
We needed the flowers, the Blessed Virgin Mary
And the dove descending.
The dogma that came as part of the package
We mostly ignored.
Although we got a lesson on love
That would come to haunt us.

A romantically adolescent worldview
Passed quickly when the children came.
They were convenient vessels
To pour our love into.
It was good for them
And we never noticed
How little was left for us.

We didn’t see it until they both left.
We’d made small fumbles at love,
Many of them.
But this one could be terrible.
Words flung themselves at us:
Forever, respect, freedom to be oneself,
Till death do us part.

Doesn’t love expect to be tested?
Isn’t that how it shows its true self?
Aren’t we each other’s measure?
Isn’t love what makes us mean something?

Don’t walk away. Answer me.

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