Haunted
A Poem
Your tale of woe
is just another
from the endless stories
repeated without end
as long as humans
sought what they thought
could be love, but
like so many others
you fell in love
with her
who wouldn’t and couldn’t
reciprocate.
How you tried to mask
your memories of her
by escaping
into the glow
of a specious
kaleidoscope
To camouflage
your suffering
with memories of those
other women
you thought
you once loved.
Hiding behind
those nostalgic jaunts
into a life long past
she returns to you
haunting your daydreams
and sleepless nights
You see her
in her prime
young and fetching
smiling coyly
with whispered hints
and taunting laughter
before waving a dismissal.
Like you, she’s aged
hair gray and face wrinkled
but what once was
haunts you still.
This I see as a hauntingly naked poem of us humans seeking love in the places where it can't be found, with partners that can't or won't reciprocate. It's a long process to come to a point where our own Self-love and integrity are so firm, that we can stand in our own space and are able from there to reach out. Until that happens we will look for someone "out there" to make us complete. When we are more complete ourselves, the persons we attract are more likely to be those with whom we can interact not from lack but from fullness. This is a lesson it has taken me a lifetime to learn. With love, Maria
Nicely told, FF. I hear you.