Poetry
Alex Bäcker
2018
2 min readThis poem reflects on a crumbling relationship where the speaker laments that their partner prioritized material concerns and anger over deep emotional connection.
Of course I miss your sight Every day, every night I miss your touch as well That casts on me a spell I also miss your taste A day without you a waste I miss our conversations I miss your incantations.
But you made your choice clear Your fear over your dear Your TV and your car Your movies and your art You put them above peace You put them above love By fretting over sleep You killed a love so deep.
I hardly crossed the door Your yelling had begun I wasn’t even home Your wrath was in full force Was far across the land Yet got a reprimand You hurled our memories You shattered more than glass.
Insulted me for naught Your words hurt even now Despised the gifts I brought I don’t know why or how Instead of appreciation I got your agitation Instead of thanks a lot My gifts would sit and rot.
You had me for forever My daily gesture, clever A sign of vows renewed My kindness misconstrued Yet not content with eggs You killed the golden hen Not only now and then You cut our love’s both legs.
There is no bigger lie Than it takes two to fight For you would fight alone Until I was all gone And worse would not unwind Past loving, past the night You never said I’m sorry You never changed your mind.
Myself I’m far from perfect Spontaneous, unpredictable Busy, late, unschedulable Driving makes me sleepy Forgetful, times aloof Yet I adored you wholly My love was bulletproof.
The color of the world Is only that of your lens I chose to see it kind You chose to see it crooked You try to change the world I try to change the lens But there’s no one as blind As one who doesn’t look.
And so if now you hurt Think whether you can learn For only change can spurt Our hope for better times No matter what we yearn Or how much we may miss It’s not enough to love In kindness lies true bliss.