A Crow's Confession

Morning has been running bare feet

as she races cross the wild meadow,

Chasing the wind that has gone South,

I sit in the silvery sunset sky,

All soot and dark,

Hoarfrost rallying between my toes,

Knowing that I have not lost you

Because I never really have had you,

It’s here NOW

and there THEN,

Like a lost child,

You can’t tell exactly what you’re doing

all these times,

Do you have to seek happiness

at other folks’ suffering?

Love is love,

If one loves you,

One shall love you without conditions,

How could you,

losing your consistence

and yield to a selfish lover’s ugly request.

I know I could not change you,

But you are hurting others

By so called love,

Stop your contradicted tears,

And so I’m sitting here,

Perched with anger, sorrow, and sadness

on your subjective actions,

Expecting you to reconsider your plans,

Never mind,

I can take it,

Slow,

and won’t respect more nonsense misperceptions

or self-centered assumptions 

from your other lovers.