Another Kind of Love

A poem from my friend Madeline Schreiber

Some Things Take Forever

Some things take more than one day
They can seem to take forever
Some things go so deep
I wonder if they are hardwired
Some of them just need to come back
Again and again and again
My mother tried to explain
They are another kind of love
It took me years to understand

Again and again, bit by bit
Bring it on;  it's fine
We know what to do with this stuff
It's just some other kind of love
It's valuable and raw             

He had all a man could want
Yet still he craved and pilfered
Craving only hurt himself
But grasping caused him trouble

His lover laughed at another man's joke
He turned into a monster
He burned with hatred for three full days
Until she seduced him back

Someone saw her as less perfect
Than she would like to see herself
She was completely swamped in envy 
Until some new flattery drew her away
Her servant looked lovely in a ragged dress
She punished her and docked her pay

She was too clouded to know the consequences
Better do nothing lest she be blamed
Never reading between the lines
Never peeking through the cracks
Better to be safe than sorry
She wondered if this might be cowardly logic                               

He completely forgot she was alive
She never spoke to him again

Sometimes there are layers upon layers
All with their own original stories
Neither fight nor flight, right ?
Treasure it and count ourselves lucky
Sometimes more than one lifetime is needed

Madeline
Halifax
June 2010
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