When On Purpose You Do Keep Avoiding Me Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to S. Ign Mocke)

During the night you laid in my arms,
the stars appeared and went on their way
and very big was the silver-white moon,
your eyes gleamed and you said very little,
I knew no man would have it better
I comprehended your joy, tranquillity and wishes
but now I do not know what is going on with you,
or what will be as you did put our marriage on hold.
I seek for answers for your behaviour,
there are too many things that do upset me,
it feels as if suddenly you are strange to me,
it's as if in vain I wait upon you to change your mind,
it's worse than death where I do not count for you,
when on purpose you do keep avoiding me.

[Reference: "Liefde en dood" (Love and death) by S. Ign Mocke.]
© Gert Strydom