Thursday, February 08, 2007

A Dark Chase

It matters....
he was....

my first man,
drifting in and out of the shadows
through darkened parking lots I
sought him,
chased his bitter soul down
down
down
the maze his twisted mind made


He never knew how I craved
simple, normal things.
He was broken and then he
broke me.



And though I learned
to trace every crack in his
psyche
and his every stain became my own
he remained aloof
an empty man,
hollowed in all the places
I needed to find solace.
and soon I was too.



But
It doesn’t matter....
he did it....
no, he didn’t....
change it all to suit me now
my first man wasn’t anything like that.



Note- This is my Poetry Thursday contribution. The theme this week was change. I wasn't feeling inspired to write something new ( this has been a pretty down week for me) so I posted this poem that speaks of changing memories.

7 comments:

Poet with a Day Job said...

I love the lines "he was broken/then he broke me."

Perfect.

Regina Clare Jane said...

Such an intensely personal poem... the title is so perfect for this piece.

ecm said...

I also really liked the title. This whole poem has a chase-like quality to it.

twilightspider said...

So intriguing - and so true how we can bend and twist our memories to suit our moods at the time. Wonderful subject to ruminate on!

twilightspider said...
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twilightspider said...

Sorry! I accidentally posted my comment twice. I didn't even know I could do that!

gautami tripathy said...

"And though I learned
to trace every crack in his
psyche
and his every stain became my own
he remained aloof
an empty man..."

These lines speak out to me. I like this.

gautami

Transposition.