Jack-Knife



03.01.98

Jack-knife the hope
struck 'gainst inevitable despair.
This is my life, left to drown in this emotive pool
as I yearn for what I can never obtain;
brilliant children lost to the distance
eloquent eyes locked away by proximity.
Self-destruct the dream, for it is only stardust.
Foolish woman, it is not your destiny
here with bright intellect and sparkling smile,
striking you with happiness ~~ not your fate.
Chaos too well known
fear of trust too well ingrained
and commitment a well-worn joke.
Tell me your pretty words
ear-candy that I gobble down
eager to fall prey to your loving lies.
Tell me more.
If I could grasp your true heart
buried beneath your bitterness
as you react to past experiences,
I am certain that we might have been 
more
than now we can be
yet we both guard too well these hearts.
I see you, corner-of-the-eye me
watching guarded smiles
yet concealing your own;
peeking around business concerns
flashing those incredible eyes at me
and stretching lips into more than business smiles.
It matters not what we might have been,
yet I weep still for losing it.
Murder the hope, my child, my child
to save the despair.


© 1998, Tara Tambollio
Scraps of Thought