Buffeted By Resignation Poem by Bryan Taplits

Go back to you? I ponder and wonder
For you, I think, a trifle unjust,
But back to you I'm guessing I'll return
Because...I guess-and I'm guessing- I must!

I grind my teeth, I bite my tongue
My pride and my wish neither recede,
For you, I guess, I'll always burn as I yearn-
As also inward I seethe.
What solace have I gotten from your female charms?
What comfort? And where my settled cushion?
But, I guess, and I'm just guessing now,
Too lazy and selfish am I to seek some other sleek woman.
I guess I'll just stay as we are!
Even though my gifts to you are many-
and your cards to me never are sent,
To my designer-address of make-believe-
No posts from you-just turbulence.

It's bizarre, I guess, but you know what I now think-
And I pray this isn't really so-
But I guess I'll love you for all time
(and certainly for now)
But as for your loving ME? This, I'm afraid, to know!