Unexpected Distraction Poem by L C Vieira

Unexpected Distraction



If I were waiting for something, I'd understand.
If it were only a passing thought, it would make sense.

But it's an unexpected distraction,
incomplete satisfaction,
the longest wait - for nothing,
a wall I can't climb over.

I always finished playing before,
now I'm last in the game,
lost in the game, first to take off,
with nowhere to go.

Where did it go?
Faster than I could grab it,
my heart got away,
and it's not coming back too easily.
Every thought is trapped inside
that name, that face, the impossible possibility.

The thing I want, I can't have.
It's unexpected, I wasn't looking;
distracting, the only thought.
I can't have it all or be satisfied
with more than just a taste, a glimpse,
a little bit of something too big for me.

This unexpected distraction, incomplete satisfaction
is better than nothing with him.

(2002)

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L C Vieira

L C Vieira

Lisbon, Portugal
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