By Sharon-Adrianna Gordin
Date: 18 April 2000
standing in a fountain
How can you sit there and
look at me and act as if nothing
happened even though
it was a few months ago
and you even told me it was
nothing although I know you felt something
although I know you would rather ignore it since you
feel it was wrong. But then how do you expect me to
look at you and not feel contempt since you won’t even
acknowledge that it happened even though you are
quite cognizant of it and so your eyes implore, and
they ask for forgiveness as if this is
something I can grant you when
I felt like we were standing in a fountain perhaps
in France and
nothing else mattered as the water rushed over us as you held me
and kissed me
absolving us of time, space, environment, and
the map already drawn of our lives apart
So you should have just left me alone
but you didn’t so now
you should pick up the pieces. It would
have been better if you had just
told me that although it made you feel wonderful
and you won’t ever forget it
that it could not ever happen again and that you hope I
would understand. Instead you leave me
bereft and longing and wondering
if I will ever feel this way again.
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