Abruptly he withdrew
resigning from my world,
no notice or reason given,
I remember that day-
a thousand miles from home
watching a mime act
in a Berlin Street in the rain,
Is there anything more lonely
than being together
alone?
but love has no on or off switch
so I loved him anyway-
I loved him enough
to let him be,
I loved him enough
to set him free.
I loved him
watching a mime act
in a cold Berlin Street
in the rain.
No off switch and for him no on switch. Each story brings about a different reason as to the why. The three stages of mourning can apply. Denial, anger and acceptance. That is nonsense of course, nothing so clinical applies. As Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull sang-and the wise men don't know how it feels, to be thick as a brick. The mime, the rain, Berlin? A wet surrealistic memory. I am of the opinion that true love is rare. Yes there is need and companionship. A meets B and up go the picket fences. But A can stand for anyone. There is no great feat to pairing up. and that does not make it bad unless you have felt the fire that only a certain person can excite and ignite within. But two people that meet each other at the right time after the important lessons in life have been learned? We are not born enlightened and with the right level of appreciation. Both timing and a true heart must meet at the crossroads in life. True love is the simplest thing in the world but finding it is also the hardest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very impressive poem and a fine comment by Edmund Strolls too. Your sense of occasion and power of your rhythm remind me what an excellent poet you are, Norah. Glad you've rejoined us!
always a delight to hear from you Bill.Yes the switch there was so sudden it was an open beautiful love that changed in a flash. But I'm grateful for the poems that it sparked. Thank you. Want to revisit your poems also.