Separate Agendas - Poem by Sara Militello
Your love always meant more to me
than mine ever could to you...
I knew an agenda that meant you'd go
when you felt the urge to up and merge
with other lips - and arms.
And when your urge was done
back to my waiting lips
and open arms you'd come:
My heart has a mind of its own
but its agenda was always you...
Trying to believe all your lies
understand the meaning of your sighs,
I looked deep into your eyes;
saw the separate need that lay
behind your way.
My heart changed its mind
one final time you got the urge
to merge with other lips -
and arms that might not wear
as good as mine.
My mind has a mind of its own
but when it takes a mind to change,
it does that too...So good-by to me
good-by to you. Good-by times two.
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