Scarlet's Poetry Den "Litany of Scars - Notes to a Missing Lover"

Some Kind of Tragedy (Listen to the poem in RealAudio G2)

To offer a rose might only mean I want to give. To gaze deep in your eyes might only be curiosity. Letting down my hair might only be to brush it. A kiss might only be to taste your lips. Were I naked, it might only be to feel the cool night breeze. To lay down beside you might only mean I'm tired.

Promises are futile; they tell of a moment. Time stretches endlessly, the governing god of words. Most of them lie on his dust heap.

It is the never-spoken promise that is never broken. I rarely speak, but you see what my eyes say.

Sometimes I'd rather be blind; never feeling only touching, for I see your eyes naked as mine. We share our eyes with wonder and fear.

We followed the river - let it wash us - felt the current gently guide our feet.

We turned back. The ocean to which it led was far too deep. We were afraid.

Our eyes are clear, not clouded or streaked with pain. Yet never to know if we could grow in love.

I look over my shoulder, watching you become more distant. Sad as I leave, but an explorer pulled by new horizons, not fated to lock in a landscape.

I may never know if I left the greatest discovery behind.

We may never know if a future was murdered.

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