Half Life

by Glen Martin Fitch

Boy, meeting you that day
was such a blast.
I laughed, I stared, I glowed.
I felt so good.
I felt so special,
valued, understood.
“Could this be it?"
I thought and
“Can it last?"
We met again.
You dropped the bomb on me.
You're spoken for.
My luck!
Just like the rest.
As if you could be free.
I should have guessed.
“At-first-sight love"
comes with no guarantee.
So torn in two,
at odds,
I did my best to hide,
to lessen love and act at ease.
Just to be near you,
how I sought to please you.
Over time
I've felt a kind of rest.
And so we're friends.
Just friends.
I live my lie,
'Cause if the theory's true,
love damned can't die.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011