Palinode for a Love That Failed
by Con Chapman
Christine, by this poem I do penance for
leaving you without saying why.
I know I never called again but try
to understand; today I found a poem
I wrote to you that I'd forgot I'd written;
as you I'm sure can barely recall that
I once by you was smitten.
If I could retract those lines I wrote
I'd spare us both some pain,
but we wouldn't have proud flesh to fill
the wounds we suffered then;
our hearts would still be young and frail
when we chose to love again.
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Nice work.
Thanks. An elaborate way of saying I was a jerk.
Very nice. And sad, too, which is surprising. If love makes fools of us all, it's as if sometimes that's is only purpose. Sigh.
Didn't know the word, "palinode." Glad to know poetry has its own get out of jail free card. Does it remove the scar, too?
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