When reality and belief don't match up
She said: Look how the crows
are dancing like broken marionettes.
He said: Look how the crows
are flying north.
* * * * * * *
They walked past the old pond,
breathing out of sync, the air cold.
Past the ice-skating rink
and past the supermarket and past
city hall. She thought: this is all
wrong. My hands are bigger than his,
and my head doesn't even fit under his chin.
He thought: this is alright.
* * * * * * *
City hall was deserted,
so they wandered back to the park.
The greyness of the day was stark
against the backdrop of the tree's
black silhouettes.
She thought: this is too bleak for words.
He thought: those trees are lovely.
I think trees must be stars of the earth.
She thought: I should speak.
This silence is a kind of death.
Instead she put her hand to her chest
and thought: I can't feel my heart beat.
He looked at her and smiled.
Some emotion rose up in him.
He thought: she makes me feel complete.
She thought: I feel caged. I feel caught.
I feel empty.
* * * * * * * *
She said: Look how the sky is cloudless
and bereft. It has no hope left.
He said: Look how clear the sky is.
She thought:I should just leave.
This is not fair to either of us.
He thought: This must be love.
I don't know what the fellow below is talking about. Men are individuals as much as women are. What you have isn't love at all...it's just going through the motions. When you really connect with someone it's much much nicer and more like an angel kiss than a paper cut. But I like your poem showing a bit of something you must have felt. We all feel a bit hollow at times when something is wrong and we know it somehow. Your boyfriend might be a nice guy: Nice for someone else!
Just wanted to say...I like this poem. I feel a lot when I read it