Final Pitch

Last-Chance-Prince

It is true, I have not been away from you for very long.
Long enough for some, perhaps, to forget part or all
of everything we have shared between us.
But for me, the parting has only made you shine
in everything I see and everything I hear.
I shame to admit that I seek distraction from it
but it is so tiresome to see you on the television,
to read you in my books and hear you in my music.
I have tried, at times, to forget you with great effort.
But my mind shouts, speaks, and whispers your name
in a rambling fashion of which I have poor understanding
and little control over completely quieting.
Some last mad dash effort is necessary on my part,
if I am to relieve myself of this amazing torture
or sweeten it the amazing circumstance it can be.
I know the way I need to look at you, act with you.
The way I need to feel for you is ever present
and, I am sure, will quench the most carefully laid plans
if you even so but gesture for the reigns that day.
For, it is clear to me, I would fall over myself
through the worst heartache, in the foulest of mud
to make that briefest of connections with you.