Round Six – Part 1

Does it count
If a third party
Takes Round 6?
I feel a little
Cheated
Deprived of our right
To battle this out
To the end with
All our might
An interloper
Intruder
Lashed out with
A near perfect
Right hook
Almost achieving
A knockout
But I’m still standing
On legs of jelly
Still breathing
Burning gasps
Still conscious
Although barely
And I can’t concede
This Round just yet

Final Thanks

I’ve been dreading this day for weeks,
But now that it’s arrived,
I find anxiety’s not at a peak,
And so far I have survived.
Although the day has barely started,
And who knows what is in store.
By the end we will have parted,
And I won’t see you any more.
I’m not completely devastated,
As I was expecting I would be.
All the things I contemplated,
I now hope to never see.
The future’s looking rosy,
No matter what it brings,
For even if it’s crazy,
I know my heart still sings.
So, here’s my final thank you,
For everything that’s done.
For teaching me to be true,
And for all the joy and fun.
For all the pain and heartache,
The emotions and the tears,
For leaving me more awake,
And learning about my fears.
May all good things come your way,
As we move forward from here.
And the final thing I have to say,
Is, oh my goodness, what a year!

Illusion

The difference is I never
Intentionally deceived
Or influenced whether
Or not you perceived
Me in a way I wanted

You deliberately lied
And created a perception
Of you that belied
The complex deception
Of being something you aren’t

I could have lived with it really
If you’d confessed the truth
When I discovered the duality
But you continued to prove
You could not be trusted

Pieces of truth have emerged
Over time, and many versions
Of reality have blended and blurred
Into convoluted dispersions
Of whatever might be real

So the pain you felt yesterday
I assume is fake at best
Because we both know we play
With different toys in a quest
To divorce from each other

But I will never know for sure
Until we sit together and bare
Ourselves and our souls and pour
The truth out and openly share
How to proceed from here

Lover’s Lane

We aren’t the only ones
Who meet at Lover’s Lane
For a few stolen
Moments of bliss
She had already arrived
Before I had left
Because I stayed this
Morning to savour
How I’d been blessed
By the feel of your arms
And the taste of your lips
He pulled in as I pulled out
And the smile on his face
Left me in no doubt
They too, were like us
Carried away by
The strangest love
No one else can understand
I’m glad we were done
So they could
Have their fun
All of us blessed
By the rising sun
And the gift of Lover’s Lane