Perdition

Clytemnestra Aa
Aug 14 2015 (c)



When finally
I met the man of my dreams
We were both hard-pressed
He was engrossed in thinking
 how to make it work out
I was preoccupied with
watching him think
Following every wink
Falling deeper and sink
In a love of no peer
Heavenly yet queer

Years passed and we were still wrapped up
None of us was done              
Till youth was squandered      
And love got wrinkled
And gray-haired
I saw him again              
With a wife and grown kids  
He didn't discern me  
Yet I knew well
He was still thinking

 So I kept watching   ..