Separate Agendas Poem by Sara Militello

Separate Agendas

Your love always meant more to me
than mine ever could to you...
I knew an agenda that meant you'd go
when you felt the urge to up and merge

with other lips - and arms.
And when your urge was done
back to my waiting lips
and open arms you'd come:

My heart has a mind of its own
but its agenda was always you...
Trying to believe all your lies
understand the meaning of your sighs,

I looked deep into your eyes;
saw the separate need that lay
behind your way.
My heart changed its mind

one final time you got the urge
to merge with other lips -
and arms that might not wear
as good as mine.

My mind has a mind of its own
but when it takes a mind to change
it does that too...So good-by to me
good-by to you. Good-by times two.

November 19,1991