three in the bed
By Coolhermit
Tue, 01 Sep 2020
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three in the bed
over and over I told her
this is just a passing fling,
but Maeve built a fairyland -
lost herself in it – of love,
I wanted mostly out of
we had fun days out
walking coast paths,
real ale log-fire pubs, loud nights
lusting in barns or b&bs -
we weren’t that fussy
I loved Maeve - kind of -
I put on a good show -
but was haunted
by the spectre of a lover
firmly rooted in my memory
Maeve asked once
if my,‘love you’ sighs,
were for her or the other,
in truth, I had no idea -
so couldn’t reply
long winter evenings
gazing at embers
glowing in my wood-burner
drinking wine Maeve mulled
toasting marshmallows
I made half-hearted,
’thanks, darling,’ noises
as we clinked glasses
playing the vain
‘love-believe’ game
we were both victims,
lost souls thrust together,
second-best at best
innocent victims - ships
colliding in the night
it broke Maeve’s heart
when I said, ‘we’re done’,
and now I gaze at embers
alone, sighing, remembering,
remembering and wondering.
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