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By wistful Date: 2004 Jun 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.02.09.42.32723]] |
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I'm sorry we cannot be friends. Well, that is imprecise. I'm sorry that you had to choose between our friendship and your love. For in her winning, we both lose. Yet I can't condemn the choice Because the vow you made for life You were always one who kept his word And this was why, so long ago You knew you could not make that vow to me. And if I do think she is petty I know she is shamed by her own smallness. She lacks the strength to deal with our bond And so relies on ours to break it. But she is lovely even so. Lovely in the way she needs you Lovely with passions with which she binds you. Lovely to mother your children Lovely to nurture, to share, to grow To grow old with. And I will become a memory A pang of regret from younger days Maybe somehow more ideal As a page in your history Than as a cherished friend still held dear. But not more real, no. Not more present, no. Not to laugh with, to cry with... She has circled around all this as just her own, with that golden band. And she will guard her prize jealously, And you will be proud to be owned. In life, to survive and thrive we must sometimes compromise I just wish it were not me that was left behind. |