I’m listening to an old love song where a guy is singing
about how he “can’t fight this feeling” about falling in love.
I’m thinking just go for it Man. Tell her you love her,
for God’s sake. Don’t be a damn wuss.
Then I have a reversal of my thinking. Maybe
this guy is just off a relationship where a woman
crushed his heart to pieces and he is gun shy
about jumping into what could be another train wreck.
I’m feeling empathy about his hesitation, and, maybe,
I’ve been there, though I cannot recall if I have.
But as I listen to the song further along, I can see
he’s already lost the battle to safeguard his heart
just by the fact that he has to make a big deal
out of his denial for a good three minutes in a song.
And I’m back to the starting point of just telling him
to get on with it and tell her what she already knows.
Bob Boyd