I wonder how far

I wonder how far
our relationship
in your heart is over,
when I still get nice kisses
from you

Maybe a little space
is all that you need
and contact
must only be in nice embraces.

To much lies between us
and ironically
my sacrifices make
that in a way
you become my girlfriend again
and still I do not know
where everything is going
and maybe
it doesn’t really matter anymore.

Maybe we must let the nice being together
stretch longer
and draw a line
through all the painful things
and start every thing
all over again.

Maybe things will be better
where I now have to act
totally independent
and it’s true
that in a way
you still have the capacity
to let me be a better man,
than I can on my own
and the feelings and emotions
that I read in your eyes
nothing and nobody
can make undone.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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