Like stars of a dark midnight

The hours we share glow with sweet teasing;

Not the trembling idiocy of an undisciplined heart,

Nor the whipped frenzy of unreliable passion,

But the pleasing consideration of my mind.

 

I know nothing about you except the baldly obvious.

I have watched you for months,

Observing your vulnerabilities,

Admiring your strengths.

You have been disillusioned and angry.

You grew resigned;

But the philosophical approach

Did not wipe the bleakness from your shoulders.

You brooded, and felt sorry for yourself.

You rationalized and compromised,

And drank yourself into near inertia.

 

You are just drifting – don’t rock the boat, baby –

Bitterness rankling under resignation.

Yes, there is your work, blessed familiarity!

It supports you; you knew it would; it had to.

But mental drive does not focus your empty eyes.

Friends generate vitality briefly,

But I think

Loneliness never leaves you.

 

 

cbt