unrequited
I know you’ll never understand me.
But does it matter?
The magnet that draws me to you
is shaped like love.
I’m mesmerised by its weight and texture
the smooth curve of the magnet -
a horseshoe on which I sit and wait.
I swing my legs.
When will you come?
photo jiformales
Isobel
Mon 8th Feb 2010 12:38
That's probably not a bad motto - a poem can end up running away with you otherwise, till you wonder just what it was you started by saying. Love/ lack of love is a tricky subject to tackle in an original way - you've managed it. x