Anti-Love Poem #1
When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.
If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...
There are places we hold in memory
where there is no record of having really gone.
Maybe they were only the colicky dream of an infant,
or a precognition of something that could exist, must have
existed somewhere, at some time. Perhaps we have longed for it,
without knowing the way there, except by remembering it in a dream.
?Become a? little child ?now, ?like you ?once were, ?
?g?o ?back ?again to that place that fascinates you: