Better to Have Loved (poem)

Better to Have Loved

To love someone,

Waiting at the door,

Nervously meeting parents,

Afraid to take his hand for the first time

He points to childhood memories

As we drive by

There is no singular rush of passion

Met by a casual “see you later”

There are last glances before rounding the corner

There is the ticket on my wall

From the day I met you

There are no samplers standing

With doors and sheets open wide

And there are no painless goodbyes

Yes, I wish I didn’t feel sometimes

I grit my teeth, wipe my eyes, and tell myself

It’s worth it

It was worth it

At least I loved, even if I lost

Even if you won

~January, 2017

This poem actually came about after reading Brave New World and having the assignment to write poems about the book. This isn't really about the book, more real life, but it did help inspire it. Maybe I'll post the other ones that actually reference the story sometime (hint hint, if that interests anyone, let me know in the comments).

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World