It's no use (sonnet)

It's no use; no matter how I try

to use that difference between us two

to force a break, to make a clean goodbye,

again I come back to the thought of you

and turn, and know in turning reasons why

I turn, the reasons why I cannot go.

 

The golden thread that links us both in love

serves double duty, keeping us apart;

the very fact of so much love has proved

a bridge between and wall around our hearts.

We run, how hard we run, yet only move

to find each other back there at the start.

 

It's thoughts like these run while at night we lie.

And then you stir beside me, and they fly.

© John McNeil. All rights reserved.
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