Boomerang

Boomerang

We threw all of it away,
but it kept coming back
Every couple of months,
for the first year after year
Whenever you would call,
we’d meet at your wherever
Whenever you came to town,
we’d be together at my here

It seemed like we both knew
that we were meant to be
For two nights a week, at least
And on the long weekends, three

It was all about the physical,

or so we liked to believe
Yet, we would take each other’s heart
and wear it on our sleeve
Time, and then time again
a history of emotions would flow
Time after time, and time again
we would let each other go

It seemed like we both understood

far more was right than was wrong
Yet, we would choose to get going,
despite how well we got along

The occasional encounter, on a whim

The odd phone call, a reach out to touch
It was difficult, for us, to leave it all behind
because we held on to too much
Only ever so barely could I put you in my past
Returning far too often, for far too long
Time went by, and still I wondered
If we were really right, or really all that wrong

Our paths crossed less, our lives evolving

We’d exchange smiles, and that felt fine
I brought a date to your wedding,
but you came alone to mine

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You would still cross my married conscience
Compromised, for giving up without a fight
Oddly, I felt like I should apologize to her
but I knew, that would never make it right
Lost in my distraction, never in my temptation
Just a lingering null and a void in my mind
It would have been easy, then, if I had to choose
to where, and when, that I would rewind

Each of us have two teenage daughters
Other c
ommonalities, that we have both got
We still keep in touch through social media

You, happily married, and me, happily not

Stronger because of every life experience
Content, with who and where I am today
Time takes its liberties with my feelings

As it drifts further and further away
Jutting in and out with relative ease
A recent memory brings me back to you
A prom, a photograph, a time of our lives
I remember, and I smile, as I always do

The classic example of a lost love story,

where too late replaces not yet
The boomerang that never returns
Requited love, and reluctant regret

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Unprincipled

     Unprincipled

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For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they know that they should
With a house and car to pay for
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of conscience
Like a robot worker would

The disconnect is intentional
Communication, at a safe length
The less you know the better
To keep their position of strength

Little more than numbers
For the ten hours on your feet
A place where morals and morale
Will never actually meet

Staying level is the struggle
As you wrestle with the machine
A slave to your own devices
With support that’s never seen

It’s commotion in constant motion
It’s the epitome of the grind
With too few doing far too much
While taking it from behind

Manufactured misery
Muscles that constantly ache
Dreading the next marathon
Keeps your worst pains awake
Surrounded by market based cynicism
A daily dose of take and take
In a world of false principles
Defined by what you make

Lunch break is anything but that
With expletives flying around
Pushed to their breaking point
Everyone is breaking down

Saving lives while wasting yours
Management playing their game
Speaking their company rhetoric
While conditions stay the same

A factory devoid of humanity
Insulated by it’s innovation
Where output suppresses input
With ultimatums for motivation

Where half the workers are angry
And the other half are pissed
Where safety is priority one
And integrity misses the list

You bite your tongue
For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they knew you would
With children to clothe and feed
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of ethics
Like every employee should

Infringement

         Infringement

Ideas float through the air
It’s a new age, once again
Some of them will never return
Cyberspace…is free reign

There is no concept copyright
Too sad if ethics are missed
Too bad re: common decency
Not tangible…doesn’t exist

Who cares where it came from
What was written, what was read
Just erase the trail of evidence
Then it’s he said…vs. he said


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However…
It can feel like a very small town
When that certain line gets crossed
The respect that you have gathered
Is compromised…and then it’s lost

It goes around and it comes around
Word will get out when it’s spread
Thought you already had problems?
Add this…to the mess in your head

We are both aware of the facts
And at least one of us cares
The one who will close his book
Reconsider…with whom he shares

It’s just a matter of talk and time
Your transparent cover will be blown
Guilty in the court of public opinion
Close the laptop…pick up the phone

There is a compromise to be had
Save face, lest the truth be known
A chance for you to make amends
To own up…to what you don’t own

Discretion

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Stopped instantly in your tracks.
Waves of shock and then disbelief.

Her picture right there for all to see
The headline, as plain as can be
Words that strike at your very core
Shaken by the thought of reading more
You dare to look, despite the knowing
Helpless to keep it all from showing
Putting your back against the wall
Needing support as your barriers fall

Because now,
you are weakened by what you’ve read,
and you can’t move ahead.


Staggered by this second-hand news.

An instantaneous jolt of clarity. 

Taken directly to a time and a place

Flashing back, to that perfect face
A playful smile you will never forget
The honest heart of your last regret
An ideal situation, some would say
Judged yourself and you walked away
A circumstance you left behind
Rarely ever crossing your mind

Until now.
You are taken aback by what you’ve heard,
but you can’t say a word.


Inhibited by the same weight of discretion.

Just as private as it was back then.

Age, and then distance, were both too far
You sullenly
remove your suit from the car
Knowing what no one else needs to know
That it’s far more respectful not to go
Keeping your distance is probably best
Questions to avoid in the eyes of the rest
Despite yourself, you know what to do
Closure is for the family, not for you

For now.
 You are constrained by the reasons why,
 so you cannot say good-bye.

 

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A peculiar sensation of personal loss.
Over someone and something that you let go.

Finding yourself alone with your despair

Few who could really understand or care
Absolutely no shame in what you feel

Convenient secrets, you chose to conceal
Fleeting memories, you fought to dismiss
Coming around, when it comes to this
A conscious grip on things back then
You have to confront those choices again

But now,
you need time and space with what you know.
 Because you have to let her go…
again.

 

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