Poem: No Contest

The wars of love are not often evenly contested.

No Contest

Months of broken peace
    you 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
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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