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Unanswered Questions
A mind at peace when never left to rest,
A body moving constantly—escape,
But now unanswered questions mark the jest,
Reveal deep wholes within the frozen scape.
In our words of years ago did I hear
That he suspected what we never had?
Timid Lancelot courting Guinevere?
All answers to this question leave me sad.
Since conversation ‘twixt we two began,
Have you e’er pondered where our fates might lie?
Was I to you a friend? Perhaps a man?
Should I have held you close to feel your sigh?
Within a past that neither one made real,
Could you and I be we and Love obtain—
Comfort each other through every ordeal?
Or would we have both gone further insane?
But present events now accost my heart.
I ponder why you chose to take a chance
Yet then with unexpected words depart,
Pursuing a previous young romance.
My own sad words of love come back to haunt—
My own demented tales of sordid habits.
My chastisement of ladies seems to taunt—
Perhaps it’s really I who chased the rabbits.
