But what use are they in loving?

poetry, Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

What was so wrong about asking
About your absence from this world
And trying to grab you back.
holding onto your coat tail?

Eternity’s long enough already
We don’t need your vapour trails.
Was it a wicked thing to do,
As you floated so far away,
To reach out to touch you once more?
I admit I never knew you kept score.
When I beat you at chess so long ago
Were you already packing bags
to throw out the door?
I knew it was the real thing
But some men never do.
You have your expectations
And your tests and rules
But we never learned those
In our higher maths class schools.
We learned rigour and icy vision
Definition and precision.
We learned explanation  and revision
But what use are they in loving
I didn’t know how to navigate your soul 
You were off anyhow.
The orchestra stopped playing
When they saw the gap.
You can’t fly  away forever
But I do be leaving you.
In  such circumstances
What else does a woman like me do?
You can smile and squeeze your eyes tight
Suck in those cheeks and hide your love.
What’s coming after you’s an eagle or a crow
Not a dove…it’s black I know
When you toss it all away then
Seems like it’s long past time
and emotion to call it a day.
Come again…..you must be crazy
Love is clear to me  now like the face of a newborn daisy
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