6/19/12

Oblivious
By Linda M. Crate


I think the only one that could love you more than I did
was you; you were narcissus looking into that pool —
try as I may I could not attract your attention; you were a
swan and I was a goose, too clumsy was I to ever catch
your eye, a diamond in the rough that you saw through and
past as if I didn’t exist in any universe that you could —
my heart beat the circumference of the world when you
walked past, and you couldn’t be bothered to notice, the only
thing that ever caught your attention was your own reflection.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry and short stories have been published in several magazines.