Ode to a Lover

This isn’t love.

I’ve been there.

Done that,

Won some,

Lost some

And this is all wrong.

I’ve captured the beauty –

The unseen image;

The unheard song;

The unsmelt aroma;

The unfelt touch;

The untasted delicacy

And that’s not what we have.

I’ve shot for the moon

And landed among the stars –

Did I miss my mark?

Or was there another target in mind?

Was it worth the leap of faith?

Or do these questions give their own answers?

This affair has got to end;

You’re hazardous to my health.

I’m sick of this communistic bullshit;

Trying to put a cap on my feelings,

My identity.

Pst, hey lover!

It can’t be my-way-or-the-highway;

It’s all-for-one-and-one-for-all

Or I’m gone

Because this really isn’t right.