Cincinnati, oh, United States
And the hope was always there..
standing just beyond reason..
and, in case you failed to notice,
and couldn't care less to see
it is all I have left of what was me
How was I to know
that to love you...I would leave me?
Sleeping in the light rain,
and running to laugh aloud..
somewhere I faltered..
I must have slipped into a soft dream
where everything was fresh,
Where reality had yet to taint and claim
and for once I had you
I have to dodge these climatic scenes..
knowing of the hurt..
and, as always,
there is that extreme that I must say
I grew careless, and for once content..
and there is the rub, as the bard would say..
For contentment iosn't my goal...
for it doesn't exist..
I remember happiness,
as through anothers eyes...
..and my love...
which I rarely find....
happens to be within anothers eyes..
for which I now seldom cry...
expectation has beheld me, turning me cold..
within my own solitude I am brazen, and bold.
Finding no peace, so the pain no longer holds
within that shell..
...till I am the last to know
and there is where I hide..
Edward A. Beerman