No Conflict?

 

Do you like it when your love’s a secret?

If you hope no one sees you on the stairs?

And your alibi is tight in case you’re caught?

 

Your loves themselves may often change,

but the passion that requires a secret call,

a month to plan and then omission

 

to provide excuse to leave, walk out the door,

and with casual words to kiss goodbye, “So long,

back soon. Don’t wait up,” a crafted lie.

 

Wrapped carefully around your chosen and self-created fact —

this love: the footsteps near, the doorknob turned,

the secret and adulterous drive obtained,

 

a contrast to one single union you once knew,

one love whose timbers hold until you die.

Can two opposing loves be lived at once?

 

But who am I to judge the templates of Love’s busy court,

all Loves may thrive, all Loves abort.

 

just a word-