connecting*the*dots

i remember a time when your smile would do me in
lost in the grace
found in your face
the fairest of fair skin
but you see i have this problem
and it has lived with me for so long
it’s not one that can be described
in a poem or a muted song
it feels like a burden
something that’s found on my minds eye
but when i try to focus
i lose sight
and tear up a cry
not a sob
or a concocted moan
but a gutfelt roar
because i’ve treated another lady in my life
like a twisted out, two dollar whore
someone loved me once…
and i thought i needed more