i looked into your heart and saw the emptiness of love
you learned in Kensington where everyone
is one of yours or nobody.
completely empty? no. just there
a ragged piece of paper with
"Do What Thou Wilt" inscribed
in faded writing
was it mine?
it doesn't matter now.
you left me out of fear, love
that i would never come to much
and you would be embarrassed by me
i would hold you back
as, in your grandmother's phrase
"a young man without employment."
and now that i have joined the gang
of silent robots working daily
living monthly fading slowly
now i am a working man you still don't want me
just too easy. let it die.
you won't tell me you don't love me
still too hard to tell me why.
in my heart the emptiness of love
i learned from you
from Kensington where everyone
is one of yours and i am nobody.
Never Going To Talk To Her Again by Wayne Myers