This pain, <br />so acute in its objection <br />that I should ever try to gain relief. <br /> <br />Yesterday, <br />dragged by my family <br />to a place I used to frequent. <br />a restaraunt, <br />where I met her <br />7 years ago. <br /> <br />On and off, <br />a struggle of love, <br />many years and much confusion. <br /> <br />Divided by college, <br />united by longing, <br />destroyed and re-cut <br />mended <br />and torn again. <br /> <br />Yesterday, <br />they dragged me there. <br /> <br />I had been hurting all day, <br />as if some days are meant for that. <br />Saddened by a weird feeling <br />that only sunday can give. <br /> <br />They dragged me, <br />against my objections, <br />objections that the senses <br />will bring. <br /> <br />I walked in, <br />what were the chances? <br />corner booth, <br />blonde hair... <br /> <br />Her, <br />and another man. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh pain, <br />you are so acute in your objections. <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surprise-14/
