Al Fin and Al Cabo

Why speak to a smile that does not listen,
or say here today what will be there forgotten?
Why describe a dream that she will fear,
or admit to a passion she will abhor?
Why design and build what she will break,
or accept praise for a flower that she will step on?
Why still give the advice requested,
to be misunderstood,
unwanted,
detested?
Why ever follow where I may never lead?
Why shout at frustration when only hurt pays attention?
And why ignore the answer
that I will always
have already known?
Al fin
and
al cabo,
I am alone.

Al Fin and Al Cabo
Bob Komives

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