Life as a Four
A Poem
Life as a Four
Means never truly revealing
Who you are
. . . the push-slash-pull of relation,
Wanting someone so badly
You can’t say how you feel,
Wanting to belong yet remain apart.
Both leader and follower:
The Romantic
The Individualist
The special, unique life
Don’t call me ordinary
Can’t you see I want a miracle?
I’m not a perfectionist
I just act like One
If I criticize you, it’s because
I criticize myself
Don’t walk away; abandonment
Is my hell. Yours:
The harsh stares of others;
Mine
The gradual separation
Chipping away at closeness
You who were part of my present, now
My past, you will be perfect in my sight
And I flawed. What could I have done
To make you love me?
Never mind. It’s time to go, and I
Have forgotten where I parked.
