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For Someone I Know
Dedicated to Carla
I sit there in the bleak classroom,
I sit and wonder why
The feelings now so clear to me
Were locked in me inside.
I know that for several years
My thoughts have turned to you
But never had I realised
How deep these feelings go.
I wish I knew what
Triggered these feelings of mine,
How long now have I felt
This way? a year, a month, a day.
I sat there last night
Waiting beside the phone,
Playing the blues on my guitar
Rushing to the phone each time it rings,
Hoping beyond hope
That on the other end
It’s you, but no not yet,
Not this time, it’s someone else.
Four times it rang but
The voice it was not yours,
Just friends or co-workers
And once my brother rang.
And I, I want to cry
I know now that
They were wrong, the ones
Who jeered and mocked me.
I know that I’ll never hear
Your voice at the other end
And my eyes well up with tears
Which drop upon this page.
My heart aches for
The love that I know
An old acquaintance
Who I wish could have been more.
Angelus
26/1/00
Revised 27/1/00
Loneliness
I look into my soul
and see it is a jiggsaw.
The more falls into place,
the darker turns the picture.
Aristotleles Pagaltzis 1998
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Untitled
I sit there
staring into space
i listen, i hear
voices of my classmates
the drone of the teacher
as he explains the prep
all of this seems distant
like a long forgotten memory
as i sit there
memories come floating back
telling of the life i have lived
the love i have lost
i am not yet seventeen
and yet feel much older
i have made a mistake
that cannot be rectified
and yet as i sit there
mourning my lost love
and my childhood
i think of something,
something someone once said
it is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all
once maybe this was true
but for me
never
Angelus
My World
Was it me?
Maybe it was true,
All I know is that,
I was in love with you.
Could you not
Have at least had
The grace to tell
Me the truth?
But no
You made me
Come to you,
To get the bad news,
Told me you were
With someone.
You could not go
With me, at least
It did one thing
For me at least
I now know my friends.
No friend of mine
Would say, "Well I
Told you she was
Too good for you",
Some friend!
People might say that I'm
Conceited. Full of my troubles
And my woes no thoughts
For what else goes on
In the outside World.
ANGELUS
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