Poem Number 85 - Sadness - 14/5/1985

Is it that Cathie hasn’t seen me for three days?

That people change their feelings so fast?

Or is it that Cathie thinks my involvement in politics,

Is a greater love, than to her?

I’ll admit that the love of politics to me, is so big,

But my love for Cathie is greater than greater.

As I sober my face, waiting patiently,

I drown my sudden sadness in the earth’s composition: Land, air and sea.

She may wish to live,

A life on her own,

And just have good friends everyday,

Maybe she does know where’s she’s going, but can’t just make up her mind.

I wait outside her living place,

Not just because I love her.

Just because I do care for her,

I’m not going to hurt her, at all.

I’ll give up my politics,

Once the time is due,

To share a complete life,

If Cathie desires so.

If she not want to be, so close,

I will be her good friend, at least.

And I will not hassle her,

As she will want to be on her own.

What’s gone wrong to the Cathie, I love?

Is it something that has quivered her heart?

Or is it a strange reaction,

That has changed all her feelings.

Have I pushed our relationship,

Or am I getting this, “Dumped feeling?”

Or was I a part of Cathie’s bad thought of yesterday?

Or was it, that we made love, so tenderly?

Is Cathie scared of me, at all?

Cause I aint scared to talk to her.

I don’t know what to think,

I just know how mixed I feel.