Two loved ones gone
so sing a sad song.
For one, a son, there is a chance;
For the other, a lover, there is no dance
Secret sorrow for both I've shown,
I keep the reason unknown at home,
The tears for a lost lover,
Are a losing son's last cover.
How hard this must be for them both,
Thinking they have stunted growth ,
Thinking they might never be glad,
While in happiness of the best love they've had.
Alas; my unimaginable sorrow stems,
From loving the way I have loved them.
Now remembered as
And welcomed back if they change their minds.
As they do what they did when so much younger
Pathological farewells. maybe stronger,
Afraid of attachments, single or married,
Safely non-committal, love miscarried .
Urging sons and lovers won't convince,
Their conscience dwells there since
With strangers they are falling
With love or love's fears calling.
Homeless or loveless, tell me why
But I have to let these lost birds fly,
...she returns, she’s mine, otherwise...
…he returns, he’s fine, otherwise...
So go karaoke this week and next time
Beirut or Mao will do just fine
A trigger or a silencer for the blues
Either way I'm going to lose
February 11, 2021
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