Poem: Flushed

If this were a sad song

these words would be the refrain:
Another heartfelt relationship

flushed down the drain.
Am I cursed to repeat this task

time and time again?
Condemned to watch a union, drive anew,

only to crash around the bend.
Another dream filled to capacity

with less support than a puff of steam;
Dispersing apart in the winds of doubt

with nothing but poor chemistry to blame.
The hefty price for loving so deeply

is that it hurts so badly.
When our peace of mind depends upon sacrificing

the trust and intimacy we once held so dearly.
Temporal happiness bartered and weighted

against future consecrated suffering.
“Pondering, contemplating, hurting, regretting,

eventually crying.”
Feelings swirling around and around

in the midst of reconciliation’s typhoon.
The mind convincing the heart

that it is better for “one” to be alone.
Feel the strain, see the pain;

once again hear the refrain:
Another heartfelt relationship

flushed down the drain.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.