I loved him
In seamless breaths
And beyond repair,
The distortions, now
Hang heavy 'round him
On close call,
We ran after shadows,
But he -
Never to return.
I love him
In seamless breaths
For I am beyond repair
Till I love him
Less and less.
Author's Note:
I read T.S. Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' a couple of minutes ago and I realized how much I have loved that poem ever since I first read it in class (under the much-needed tutelage of my professor). I'm not sure if my piece really connects with Eliot's poem, but the poem was there in the back of my mind while writing this.
And if you are anything like me, you would feel baffled to know that Eliot also wrote incredible verses for kids - full of wit, humour and tight poetic structure. I expected him to be a no-fun kind of guy but then, I guess, we writers don way too many roles and voices and personas.
