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Catch 22

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To be verbose.

And be quite drowned

Flailing as the words consume.

But if I did not,

The silence would suffocate

The love we have.

 

So, I dare not.

 

To reach out, dying to hold

Your hand, and tell you things

That would so heal us both.

But if I did, and you turned away

It would do me in, and therefore us.

Rent, quite rent, the fabric of a cherished togetherness.

 

I dare not.

 

To read each word you never write

In the pages I’ve collected in the memories

We’ve gifted each other. Hoping to see it for real.

And if you did write, and I read the pain you shared…

Would it not quite be my undoing?

 

Don’t, please. Or should I say, please?

 

The twain might never meet.

Or meet it might, in vain.

Till it does, I’ll yearn.

And once it does, I’ll dissemble.

 

Catch 22.

 

28 April, 2017

Day#28 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017

 

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

3 thoughts on “Catch 22

  1. Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
    She longs to write, but yet says the words mustn’t show
    Dear Heart, you won’t fall apart
    If, hesitantly we make a start
    The twain SHALL meet if only you shoot an arrow from Cupid’s bow!

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