A dialogue

An ode to lost loves, both real and imaginary....

HE:

Let me be the moon again.

It is only under my moon light

That your beauty will shine

SHE:

Pretty words, that's all they are!
Why say things you do not mean?
I'll not worry though,
I've heard them all my life!

HE:

That I know,

All your life you’ve waited,

That also I know,

Do not you realize?

SHE:

I only realize

That shallow is your soul,

You look at me and smile at another

HE:

My eyes are only for you

The rest of the world can take whatever they want

SHE: Including your heart?

Haven’t you given it away enough?

What is left for me?

HE:

I have been unhappy enough!

You can have all the broken pieces,

And mend them again

Until you have it whole

SHE:

A second-hand heart?

I deserve more.

HE:

Love can never be second-hand

SHE:

I do not want love.

Neither do I want to love.

HE:

Yet, you love me.

SHE:

I can only laugh,

You don’t love me,

But expect me to love you?

HE:

Maybe in time wounds will heal

SHE:

I suppose I can wait,

I have waited so much

What harm would a little more do?

HE:

Come to me, then!

SHE:

Come, I will only when I am ready

Hurt I have been, again and again

Still, ready I am now, though

HE:

Now, my smiles are also for you and you alone.

SHE:

I can only hope.

HE:

You doubt me.

SHE:

Hah, I know my doubts are true.

Your sadness is just an illusion

I do not know

why I cling to you

HE:

Once, I loved you.

Twice, I have failed you

Thrice, I beg of you

Do whatever you want with me

Just, don't bring me to my knees
they are soft, not used to hard stones.

SHE:

Hurt you, I cannot

You are after all my moon

How will I shine,

If there’s a hole in you?

HE:

Is that all you care about?

You shining?

SHE:

Smile, I can

That’s how I answer you.

HE:

I must know,

What do you love about me?

SHE:

I love the fact

that you are always so warm.

HE:

Sigh, I must

Is that all?

Now, I must walk away.

A final goodbye, I must say

SHE:

I shall only smile again,

Had I not known?

Should I have told him?

What warmth meant to me

Perhaps he would have stayed then.

It rains a lot more now

although you can't see the raindrops
but it's still raining all the same
too bad, that now,

Neither do I have his umbrella,

Nor his fire.