Poetessa V from CLEVELAND POET by Charles Cicirella
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Poetessa V
I thought things were good between us.
I thought we had it all.
I was clearly wrong and have no clue what I am doing or what’s going on.
I put it all out there.
Twenty four hours - eight days a week.
I always drive the bus at full capacity because I believe that more truly is more and less is someone else’s problem.
Maybe I am wrong.
Maybe I am terse and my approach is off putting.
I have never for one second been unhappy or disappointed with anything that you have done though and I am honestly at a loss where all of this is coming from.
I believed we would fight the lions, tigers and bears together.
I believed we had some special connection that no one and nothing could tear asunder.
I believed and still do believe that our poetry connection is indelible and that our personal connection will withstand all invaders including those originating from within.
It’s like Christmas or Hanukah when you tell me you’ve written a new poem and that it’s still being tweaked and not yet ready for public consumption.
It’s like the first day of summer when I find you online and we chat about nothing and it feels like everything under the sun is being taken into consideration and accepted for who it always desired to become.
I remember when I lived on Delroy in South Euclid and Bobby, Donald and me would play outside until the streetlights went on and our mothers called us in for the night. That’s how I feel about us. It’s like we’re in a time machine and have gone back to what seemed like a simpler age when nothing could harm us and riding our bikes and playing in the sandbox was all we needed to make us feel happy and complete and full of endless possibilities.
I thought things were really going well between us.
I thought we could do no wrong when it came to our personal and poetic relations.
How wrong I was and how sad I now am as I discover myself afraid to say ‘Come here’ because I know you’ll refuse and that the days of my stirring you are behind us.
Charles Cicirella
7/12/15
