Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson

We can sit and stare at each other for hours,

but have nothing to say.

We can walk happily hand in hand for miles,

but she can’t make love to me.

We can tell each other of feelings of love,

but hers are stronger in the past

and mine are in the present…and future.

We can be together,

but I feel alone.

We are terrible for each other,

but I love her.

Oh, why do I feel so empty.

by M. Perron (Originally written Sep. 25, 1992)

Notes: Close to the end of another relationship… repeating patterns from those before. It will be awhile before I learn my lessons. Thank God, I’m there now!