. . . S i m p a t i c o . . .
It’s written, “Those who don’t care why
will never know what’s real
nor find compatibility,
but only to conceal.”
Conceal what’s true within their hearts
that share what others might,
such peace of mind and sanity
that comes with great insight.
Insight … tho, who can know and tell
of those they cannot see,
that live out on the razor’s edge
of mediocrity?
Mediocrity knows so well
of what it’s like to cry,
or how it feels when someone loved
suddenly says, “Goodbye.”
Goodbye to bliss that’s never been;
what happened to our plans?
We loved so well … I thought we did;
it slipped right through our hands.
Hands reaching out in cold despair,
where warmth once thrilled us so,
embracing every dream we had;
yet, ne’er simpatico.
Richard W. Jenkins
©2025
The things we go through sometimes to learn this….
“Conceal what’s true within their hearts
that share what others might,
such peace of mind and sanity
that comes with great insight.”
Excellent poem, btw.
Greetings, Adira 🥀
Thank you for your time taken to read and review this rather poignant piece in homage to a failed romance.
The verse you’ve selected to highlight (I think) is the core of this work … good eye and insight in understanding it’s significance.
Your praise inspires me, too … hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌
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