Domani è troppo tardi


Domani è troppo tardi

Came the night before the day after,
When all stopped, as did my smiles and laughter,
Decided then did you, to rip out and shred my heart,
Apparently the time had come for us to part,
Drifted had we, or so l believe you said,
Relationship wise, all was dead!
News it was to me, l think it’s safe to say,
Typically stupid l thought we were both happy!
Pray tell where has my fine loving woman gone?
That was my night-time sky and my rising dawn?

Attractive, witty, understanding and of great personality?
Now hell bent upon inflicting me damage and misery!
The lass who made my toes curl and my stomach knot,
My mouth dry and reduced me to a gibbering idiot!
Where has she gone now, who are you?
Once a friend, once true!
Was not aware of your hidden routines,
Embraced with another and busy like a machine!
Nay l am not bitter at all but damned angry,
That you have led my mind so romantically astray!
Deception was not a talent l thought you knew,
But embark you did on this revealing slice through!

Insult me further l see, how ironic!
That now you say you only see us as platonic!
Don’t throw that rubbish at me,
So that you feel less guilty!
That you don’t really want to say goodbye,
And that this has all gone so terribly awry!
What on earth did you honestly expect?
Hugs and kisses and a salute of respect!
You have torn my heart apart and thrown it asunder,
And think l am over reacting with my thunder!

Still you ask ‘Can we be friends?’
Why do women do this when a relationship ends?
How about if the tables were turned and this was me.
Asking you the same, would you be so carefree?
Sorry but ‘NO’ it’s just not in my genetical makeup,
To remain friends after such an emotional break up,
Especially with moments like this,
When betrayal lingers like a poison on lips l used to kiss!
No, we part now as if we never knew each other,
Am not your friend, not your lover and so not your brother!
Shared memories we have together are now the past,
Accepting now, that those times were our last,
Would never treat a true friend of mine like this,
For you to ask after deceiving me is taking the piss!
So stop asking me to be your long time mate,
Today is now different to yesterday and tomorrow is too late!

© Rory Matier 2012

15 thoughts on “Domani è troppo tardi

  1. Interesting that you should post this today – it is I think kind of what my other half is feeling – we are going through a very* rough* patch* – I know this is hurting him, and I imagine your poem is how he feels – and how you write the woman’s part is somewhat how I feel – don’t want to stop being friends but with the circumstances, not sure I can continue to be more than that.

    1. Hey 🙂

      A lot of couples go through this. I penned this on the time when my marriage was so far south there was no come back. Adultery and a miscarriage was what brought it to my attention – sounds like l was clueless and to a certain extent l was – she was working ‘late’ a lot of the time at work, during the rough patch as a way of coping, but the reality was she was having an affair as her way of coping to problems she had started herself.

      She found my quirky behaviour [undiagnosed Aspergers] too much to bear and so took comfort elsewhere [my best man actually] and then wanted to be friends. that simply couldn’t happen.

      I think if the terms of separation and divorce had not been so acrimonious we ‘may’ have remained friends, but who knows now.

      However, ten years later she has two children by the man and if they/she/him are happier, then fine, so be it 🙂

  2. It is all part and parcel of life – not me being flippant, it is easier to talk like this now, it wasn’t then. There are two lines in the poem that relate to the affair –

    Was not aware of your hidden routines,
    Embraced with another and busy like a machine!

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