The Man That You Deserve

It’s not just you that I miss,
though I miss you so,
more than you’ll ever know.

It’s who I could have been
had you let me stay,
had you changed me in your way.

Like a collapsing wave
killing futures in its wake,
rippling the calmest of lakes,

That fake maybe self,
a faint fantasy at best,
shadows and echoes abreast.

The romantic mind,
addled and wonting,
impressed by ghosts and given to haunting,

Is tainted with your image,
and the promises thereof:
a me much finer than a me so rough.

One day I’ll find happiness,
and love too I suppose.
A matter of time in a large enough dose.

What I may never find, however,
for I clearly lack the nerve,
is the man I could have been, the man that you deserve.

Terence Tuhinanshu

Terence Tuhinanshu

poet. thinker. designer. developer. citizen of the world.
Philadelphia