'You are both so lucky---to have someone. This is what I was thinking at your weddings, privately. To know that someone loves you and will not leave you or choose another man over you. I'm beginning to think I am one of those people who will never get married. A male spinster.'
When emotions are loosened, tears thick with pain trickle down.
'You'll get married Dan. You're still young.'
Then a face comes into ones mind and fills it with grief. The married men are supportive, rational.
'Keep going mate and you will get there.'
'Have you tried the internet?'
All I can see is her red-cheeked face. She is sitting in the chair opposite. Drinking a Bailey's with my school friends. In another dimension? The future? I cannot communicate in conversation what I want to say. It can only be illuminated in a sober light. Poetry is the language of paradox. Some free woman have loved me.
'I still think she is the one.'
'Come on mate.'
'Another drink or food?'
'Food. I could murder a kebab.'
The simple words of friends heal the heart so easily. I will publish my poems. They are a map to the hidden treasure which lies buried between a man and a woman. Only prose can fill in the gaps. Poetry merely distills the passing into blue on white.
30 Love Poems by Dan Sandman...coming soon...