There goes the sea, sliding into the sea again.
The sea, gone but here.
I loved one who is gone—
The only thing that’s clear.
If you could see my emotional life,
I wonder what you would do?
I’m tired of all this emotion.
I must articulate it, too.
I dramatize my feelings. My feelings,
You must think I’m a wimp.
Or a silent soldier, returned from the war
With a limp.
I have feelings, and those feelings—
Oh you wouldn’t believe—
What is it you want me to say?
As I leave?
I need to get away from the tangle
Of your thoughts and feelings; every angle
Is different, you
Weave poetry into a complex poem, too.
I would rather linger in a simple shade,
Lover on lover leaning—
With something syllables made:
The sea as the poem’s meaning.