Reach for the Moon


Our love grew more and more each day.
Isn’t that what it’s supposed to do?
So why did I throw it away on cheap thrills;
use whore-like skills for salty spills?

I didn’t mean to break your heart,
but sometimes, a part of me is just…
unjustifiably unjust.

You didn’t suspect and didn’t expect
what was coming your way,
how your life would change overnight.
But neither did you put up a fight.
You let me walk; we didn’t talk it over.

I didn’t leave you for another.
I left you for me.
I wanted to be free, but in the stress, I confess,
I even made a mess of that.

I blame the cat.
She was old and when her time had come,
I became cold.
Instead of grieving, I took to leaving.
Couldn’t take the pain and yet…
I still can’t forget.

And I’m happy that you’re happy.
It took a while, but when I see your smile
I know that what I did was right – for you.
And maybe I might smile too… one day.

The love I found has done its round.
It grew too fast, too soon.
Reached the moon, but formed a crater.
Maybe, later, it can scramble out,
but for now, that’s in doubt.

I blew it.
And that’s what got me where I am.

Disclaimer: In the making of this poem –
No cats were blamed or people named.
No love was lost at any cost.
No smiles have faded, nor lives downgraded.
No hearts were broken or things left unspoken.
It’s only words that I have stirred
into the melting pot and not,
as you might think, a chink
in the armour of amour.

I also desired – and have acquired –
a book to help me rhyme… is that a crime?