Terence Winch
The people in the songs want out.
They will not be your baby anymore.
You cannot call them sweetheart.
You must stop telling them how
lovesick you are, how you can’t get
by without them. How you cry, smoke,
walk the floor. How you can’t stop
loving them. They don’t want to hear
about your dumb hurt, your feelings
about rain and moonlight, how much
you miss their kisses. How you want
to hold their hand. What you think
about their lips and eyes. They’re done.
Your desperate love has stolen all their fun.
Bonus question:: Reading this poem do you hear Ray Charles singing "I Can't Stop Loving You" or The Beatles's "I Wanna Hold Your Hand"?
From Beltway Quarterly Review, this poem from "inside the beltway" comes from a formidable poet who has been named by Irish America Magazine as one of its “Top 100 Irish Americans.” For a second poem by Mr. Winch click here.