Number Two (And Four) Poem by david lessard

You were beautiful
and sexy,
Lust at first sight;
Our first date together,
We had each other,
that night.
We told each other,
it was love;
We spoke it out loud,
We lived together
Twelve more years,
under a nebulous cloud.
A cloud of unknowing,
saying the right things;
But then, we got hitched,
funny what a
piece of paper brings.
The marriage fell apart;
In two years, we said goodbye;
Whatever went before us...gone,
It caught us living in a lie.
The world went on without us,
Without much regret or fuss.

I met you once again,
After eighteen years
went by,
I was foolish enough
to think,
Why not give it one
miore try?
This time, we didn't
hesitate to marry,
We thought we knew
the score;
and once again it happened,
the same thing as before.
You never changed,
though you said you had;
You didn't take care of
yourself,
You looks had vanished,
It was so sad...
I still saw the beauty,
of what you once had been,
but by then my vision wasn't
quite as sharp,
my eyesight not as keen.
Five years this time,
a speck in the era of time;
I saw what I should have
seen the first time round,
You were never really
meant to be mine.
Love is not fighting,
cursing, kicking;
Love knows when to stop,
and the wounds to begin licking.
Love isn't meant for war,
or anything like it's twin;
We have to lay down our arms,
and old memories to end.
It's time to say goodbye,
it's time to to call it done;
Nobody lost... and...
nobody's won.