June 02, 2012
For the woman he loved,
Or so he said of Wallis
And so he called their relationship.
Two hurt souls, damaged as children
Unable to quit inflicting more as adults,
Both upon themselves and on others.
A man, if you will, emotionally stunted,
Really Peter Pan, as even she said,
And a woma hunry for security
Who know how to charm, flatter, cajole and control.
Both called it love, if you will
Soothing some hurts while inflicting others
Both upon themselves and the other.
Two hurt souls, reaping the whirlwind,
Her becoming sharper, not softer,
Him growing older, but not growing up.
– May 28, 2012