Not a Fitz --
written for my first wife
of 36 years -- still a true friend,
as we were in the beginning ...
I was afraid to love -
but you knew that, didn't you?
unfair - you came from no love and was sure -
I came from love and didn't know how
we taught each other - some
not enough.
What was said - and not said
needed - not found
not needed - given
lost - found
abused - massaged
loved - forgotten?
I thought to sacrifice myself for your needs -
you thought I was sacrificing family for self
how can I say I have regrets -
when I never did anything to cause pain or loss
deliberately?
Yet, how can I expect love when caring/understanding was ground to dust?
Of all the things that have happened, my friend -
You are now afraid to love
For that I am truly sorry
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
1 comment:
Forgiveness, friendship, sharing, there are so many ways of life but in the final time it is the memory of the joy once felt that binds together in a different way.
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