You lose your love for her and then <br />It is her who is lost, <br />And then it is both who are lost, <br />And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be. <br /> <br />In a very ordinary world <br />A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines, <br />The loss seems huge and yet <br />Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained. <br /> <br />You are afraid. <br />If you found the perfect love <br />It would scald your hands, <br />Rip the skin from your nerves, <br />Cause havoc with a computered heart. <br /> <br />You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost. <br />You tried not to hurt and yet <br />Everything you touched became a wound. <br />You tried to mend what cannot be mended, <br />You tried, neither foolish nor clumsy, <br />To rescue what cannot be rescued. <br /> <br />You failed, <br />And now she is elsewhere <br />And her night and your night <br />Are both utterly drained. <br /> <br />How easy it would be <br />If love could be brought home like a lost kitten <br />Or gathered in like strawberries, <br />How lovely it would be; <br />But nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.<br /><br />Brian Patten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-nothing-is-ever-as-you-want-it-to-be/
