When we met, I fell for you fast.
I told you all the things of my darkened past.
But you didn't worry about the past I told.
So I ran forward, with my heart brave and bold.
I tried to slow down or just to stop,
but nothing was working, my heart was on top.
My time with you was so sweet and light
at least, that is, until we had our first fight.
It seemed just a simple misunderstanding.
We worked it all out, with neither demanding.
We were just two people who made up our fuss
and delighted in finding grounds for our trust.
Now, we come further down our long road
and my feelings have caused you problems untold.
So out of respect, you were honest with me.
You said you didn't love me the way I hoped it would be.
I am special deep in your heart, you did say,
but romantic love was no longer your way.
The feelings you have are deep and true,
and I meant the same as your family to you.
To be your friend is what I then tried.
But when I was with you, my heart just cried.
Your caring support didn't help me
Why would you do this if our love couldn't be?
Money in need, was repaid as was given.
And despite my health, you helped me go on living.
Then the worst time I thought life could be
I fell apart as they took my home from me.
You were there, so caring and true
But this only made me further confused.
You took your hard-earned savings for me
to buy a house to rent to my kids and me.
As if that alone were not enough, you set the rent to be
only enough to cover your interest and fees.
A three bedroom house for five hundred a month
in a neighborhood that is nice, certainly no dump.
Even then, you helped stop my hard fall,
By letting us owe you more than six month's rent in all.
Yet, now you still wonder why I have to ask why?
Why do all of this for a love you deny?


Comments: 62
Good job, mY friend
Poddar- Yes, it was a way of trying to clean out that problem, so I can move forward for both of us.
Renda- Thank you very much.
I am so enriched and warmed by everybody's kindness!
Jan- Thank you for the kind words. I am hoping to be able to go forward. Having the connection of his being my landlord makes it still somewhat complicated, but I feel that I have at least accepted that is what he wants, and I am just a really nice lady to him.(and seemingly every other man in the world...LOL)
Kat- Thanks for your understanding.
Sounds like love to me.
Thank you Christine!
An unknown, wrapped in uncertainty.
Shelbia- thank you
This is a wonderful narrative piece. What's the old saying for writers? "Everything is copy". It's definitely the same for poets. I think the piece is interesting from the standpoint that it really seems to be about expectations.
Wow, tragic...very well written, a ten for you!
Did the one who this poem is about ever read it?