Questions Poem by Gainor Ventresco

Perhaps alone was better
...more predictable
Then waiting for my distorted perceptions to be realized
Never been so happy
never before cared if something was lost
Afraid....
to wake in the morning
and find him gone
To look with honest eyes
and see only my love
reflected in his soul
Am I trying too hard to show my love
or have I failed to be sincere?
Can a woman ever truly know
when her lover is in love
or does the blind desire
cloud her mind
make things seem solid
when she's standing on mud
Are the swirling stars in my mind
the heady, drunken insanity of love
or the inevitable confusion
of that final, crushing blow