I watched that movie once again,
the one about “The Elephant Man”,
his bulbous skull and lifeless limb,
spit-sticky speech and saggy skin.
They dressed him as a gentleman,
society’s visits on a whim,
for tea they’d come to look at him
a dressed up sideshow once again.

That’s if we are just doing poetry…
now one I write for love…

Listening and waiting, I look upon your face,
Your flustered eyes and flushing skin,
Convey the words your holding in,
A passing moment once again…

You hide and you swallow, the words I need to hear,
Stop this incessant ache inside,
This lonliness I can’t abide,
These feelings that you always hide…

Things weren’t meant to be, we met too late I know,
So this I will say,
As I turn and walk away,
Maybe we will meet another day…