Migrant
(Joyce McDill 2002)
We met at the wrong time
The wrong place
We found no easy way to turn things round
You spoke in strange confessions
And confusions
Jewelled innuendo and thorns
I bent towards your needs
Like a flower towards the sun
You drained me very sweetly
Then were gone.
So, please don’t walk where we walked
With her
And please don’t tell her the same things you told me
I find it hard to comply with this lie
Maybe someday when I am strong
I’ll meet you somewhere that I don’t belong
Then I’ll smile and we’ll wave our good-bye.
Love comes in strange ways
And strange faces
There is no easy way to turn things round
You salvage your concessions
And collusions
Escaped terms of endearment and scorn.
Im lost and out of place
Like a shell in city streets
A faded cry for mercy
Then it’s gone.
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