When a Man loved a Woman

We stood on a rampart once. You were overwhelmed by the possibilities of that vision. I was overcome with how much we could share of that moment. You knew perfectly when to steel your heart and switch off. I suffered until suffering was over. You worked hard at acquiring means to make a difference. I only wanted to make a difference. You spoke squarely with destiny. I avoided its gaze. You harnessed your charm in a well rehearsed unabashed way. I barely let it slip, and even so it was never guilt-free. You are always hoarding the future. I am always fearful of its power. For you the past is dead. I am still dodging its pellets. You met important people with ease. I lolled around familiar zones. You never had time to celebrate success. I could hardly believe it. You barely ever questioned certitudes of your desire. I could hardly comprehend mine. You wanted me. I needed you. You played romantic like a sportsman. I let it shape my identity.You loved me with passion and impulse. I took time to savour a surging feeling. You know you are done with us. I know I have only just started to make sense of it, and with poetry at that. You are a man. I am a woman. What Gods willed us to be together?