YOU MUST ACCEPT
You must accept that's who he really is.
You must accept you cannot be his
unless he is yours. No compromise.
He is a canvas on which paint never dries;
a clay that never sets, steel that bends
in a breeze, a melody that when it ends
no one can whistle. He is not who
you thought. He's not. He is a shoe
that walks away: "I will not go where you
want to go." "Why, then, are you a shoe?"
"I'm not. I have the sole of a lover
but don't know what love is." "Discover
it, then." "Will I have to go where you go?"
"Sometimes." "Be patient with you?" "Yes." "Then, no."
You have to hear what he is telling you
and see what he is; how it is killing you.
— Kate Light
from Gravity's Dream: New Poems and Sonnets.
© West Chester University Poetry Center
The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Love/Life Poems
