Love Letter.....The Game Of Tag & You'Re Not It! Poem by John Tansey

Is it because I come to you, pleading
that you turn me away as less of a man

When others, who ignore you, leave you
wingless and weeping, like a widow, in a bay window

Am I so safe you seek danger
in the clutch of a soulless stranger

Shunning what too easily comes
for what too quickly goes...


If I went away, earned my fame,
proving to be a man

Would you wail for me
would you want me more, then

Must everything come to ruin
must all the photos be torn

Must everything be too late
is your wish to mourn instead of love

As each gender chases they who flee
also run from they who come

Must we, too, play and lose at this game
or aren't we both more than the sum of it?