The Fork

The Fork

A Poem by Paza

 

Mi amor, mi vida…yo te quiero…
 
I’ve reached a fork and must make a choice…
Do I keep pouring my love at your feet?
Do I take the road thus far untaken? 
 
The eggshells I’m walking on are crushed
Beyond recognition…they are like sand on the path
 
Two nights have passed since I laid myself bare,
No surprises, nothing unsaid before, save one request
 
Your quiet belies your anger? Your disappointment? Your discomfort?

I can’t be sure which…your silence drowns out my thoughts

 

This passion, I know you’ve shared…perhaps at times unwillingly

But I have seen the words…I know what they mean, and what they don’t

 
Did my appeal anger you? Were you disappointed in my words?
Does my love make your neat, orderly world uncomfortable?
 
We’ve shared so much, you are my best friend.

Do I be thankful for what is and close the door on what is not?

 

The roar of your silence is only drowned out by the sound of crushing eggshells

I’m not sure which way to turn, my neat, orderly world is uncomfortable

 
Do I take the road thus far untaken?
Do I keep pouring my love at your feet?
I’ve reached a fork and must make a choice…
 
Yo te quiero…mi vida, mi amor

© 2008 Paza



Author's Note

Paza
just say the word and i will take the shortcut, through the woods, that joins the two.... ;-)

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Keep writing! Awesome job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


This piece is definitely one of my absolute favorites. I can relate to this so much. You really are a great writer.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mi amor te admiro , te amo.. pero que hermoso poema.. algo hazi como un Oceano de deseos.. awwwwwwwwwwwww... besos.. Magic

Posted 9 Years Ago


Finely penned questions to the self and the heart and mind of the loved one.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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