In A World Of Poems And Regrets Poem by Elvis Lantan

I heard the poets
How they spoke
“Don’t leave me, ” they said—
“We’re going home now.”
And I, like a fool, said the same

I spent time and again
Giving my premise of love
Throwing “I love you’s”
Wearing love like a gaudy shirt

And I went on
Comparing her to the moon
To a breeze, or a stream of water
To a blade of grass
Or to the night

Too late I realized
She was nothing like the moon
And very much unlike the wind
A blade of a grass is far too common
And the night has always remained

Too late I realized that—
Unlike the night, she would not hang about
Too late I realized—
How doubtful it was that I’d miss a blade of grass

And I went on
Listening to the poets
“My love, ” they would declare
And I would say the same