Today’s poetry offering takes an earlier poem and gives an alternative explanation – from the perspective of a moon that managed to break orbit.
The original poem is provided and then the rejoinder.
Unrequited love To feed an unrequited love Is to be a moon orbiting a planet You are held at a safe distance Suspended by the unseen force of gravity It is economical but you don’t really go anywhere Literally and figuratively.
The traps were laid with precision You will speak of unrequited love with callousness And the audience will laugh at the glib way you dismantle such nonsense. You will pretend your hands are clean and forget The manipulation and traps your hands set. You will described emotions as if they are a character flaw That you are fit to judge from your self-built pedestal. And I will sit quietly knowing the truth Of how I wasted my youth Escaping the traps set by you.