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Issue Three & Poetry

Gaeta

By Jay Parker

 

Indecision clouds my mind,

The loneliness now dependable.

But no longer can I continue blind,

To a truth I find detestable.

The warmth you give is beyond elation,

Eases my discomfort, yet discomforts my ease.

An understanding unique to our relation,

How sad it’s a mutual disease.

The thing is though, I’m just playing for time,

I’d rather not lie by omission.

Satiation a state we’ve learned to mime,

At best we’ll stay in remission.

Thus while it might pain me to tell you no,

Perhaps it’s kinder to let you go.

 

Image by Jay Parker