Extradition (poem)

By Luke Labern

When is giving up the right way out?
Everything poured in, every thought distilled.
Incredible feelings, I thought we were close...
When your spirit is filled and you're over your lows,
I'm wondering where justice is. I'm filled
With questions: only whispering when I need to shout.

Don't you know this situation will always repeat?
There's always love at first sight,
But what about things too good to be true?
These feelings are ancient but feel fresh and anew:
Something inside you, always thinking there might
Be a chance: but should I succumb to defeat?

Do you know how happy you made me?
I was weak and distraught; in short a mess.
Revitalisation you did spread --
That's why I'm clinging on to what was said.
More alone than I knew, no chance to caress --
It might be over now but I'm glad we came to be.

Now I'm thinking, what does he have that I don't?
Heritage and culture, I believe that's a reason.
He's older than me, though I've age beyond my years;
I never forget what passes by my ears.
The way I felt, it defined the season...
Dreams I wish would exist, when they simply won't.