Estranged With a Differentness

I often wondered
Where we would be
If we saw each other
With more enlightened clarity!

I am sure we would not sit...
Estranged with a differentness.
Believing we had feelings,
The other would dismiss.

And 'why' do we put ourselves,
In this predicament?
When it is obvious to me...
And it has to be to you,
Whenever we are apart...
This split we do not wish,
At least not like this...
Like a wedge between us to exist!
Like 'this'!

Leaving us in 'fits' to think...
The other should grow up,
And stop acting like a child!
When afterall...
'This' would not have happened,
To either of us.
IF the other had admitted,
'They' provoked and started it!
To let it stew for a while!

And I will wait,
For as long as it takes...
To receive an apology and a smile!
It is not me who is the stubborn one.
I was the one who introduced both class and style!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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