Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Celebrity Lover
I knew from the
first
that you were only
temporary.
Lover who climbs in
through the window
at midnight,
leaves before dawn.
You never made
any promises,
swore no vows.
But I knew your
pattern.
How many you had
dazzled,
wooed with precious gifts
and assurances,
then
left behind
like yesterday's leftover fish.
The blazing star
who leaves a
score or more weeping
in his wake,
path strewn
with broken hearts.
So when you left
my heart was not
shattered.
I did not wail and pour ashes
on my head.
I did not grieve
in public,
didn't even tell
my best friend.
Still, sometimes
I miss you.
Wonder where you
went, what you are doing
now, your latest conquest.
If I will ever see you again.
Dorothy Walters
April 23, 2008
(Note: the above poem is intended not only for those who have been betrayed by their human loves, but also for those who have been "seduced," then abandoned by those they admired, such as teachers, mentors, gurus, and others.)
(picture from internet source)
