Saturday, April 9, 2011

Irony

You were shut down and cold-
closed off to love
And yet I loved you
With a bright intensity
That struck me dumb
Time past
My flame only fanned a flicker in you
Which ebbed and flowed
At turns
Carving untraceable chasms
In my heart
And now I am shut down
And closed off to love…
What we do
And what we do not
affects another soul
sometimes as strangers
sometimes, lovers
Regardless of our intent
I guess I have the she before me to thank
For my cold heart…
It appears to be contagious.