The Welder Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I am sorry I forced myself on moments that cannot be forced
Moments that are or were not meant to be
The result is the creation of something easily broken, it wasn't that strong to begin with

Daresay I could take it off your hands
The fusion that didn't hold, a fusion of different materials
Shop talk trails off until the shop is closed

Daresay the weld didn't hold, veiny cracks zig zag picking up speed
Dress in appropriate safety gear
When he lights the acetylene torch, the cylinder tank is filled with selfish idealism

Arc welder in an interrupted half-circle
Couldn't light a spark in your eyes
A lusty melting mass could not support the weight of forced affection