The wars of love are not often evenly contested. |
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No ContestMonths of broken peaceyou couldn’t call a war, or a relationship, too brief for that Guerilla fighting anyway and raids by terrorists, but the truces were something else again The firefights were brief and then a run for cover, as she withdrew in orderly grace and I scrabbled up the nearest hill A final armistice agreed and prisoners exchanged But she’d made captive all my front line troops, while I only briefly held her passing interest No matter, it was done in neutral territory, as my pride and pain staggered home and her fascination crossed too easily into the waiting arms of someone else I’d have to say the casualties were mostly mine and I’ll admit it was no contest from the start |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
