another broken sonnet

how i wish you were here
and she wishes you were there
which is her here. and whose will prevail
if it's choices you must make?


if it's choices, one was already made.
i think it's to that you should stick
if we can't be one in this shade
we 'll make another pretty quick.


or at least it seems that way. i once
believed in soul mates, forever through
eternity. now i know the ssecret punch
is you are me and i am you.

outside,  nostalgia of spring
ripens quick. she sprouts, a thick
scent, fleeting. bees  aflowering--
all that you miss, faced with two sticks.

i withdraw the wish i had, you
and i together. since you made

commitment there, return and woo
me later. don't sow seeds of hate-





between two strands of love you weave
more love, so that it never leaves.