Derailed
Sept 26 2021
To feel lonely when you're alone
is human nature.
But how oppressive it must be
to feel that way
trapped in a marriage.
She said that even during the wedding
she knew she'd made a mistake,
but the runaway train
of hope and denial
and social expectation
was too fast to stop,
careering down the tracks
heading for a curve
only she could see.
As for me, I'm used to being alone.
Despite my strength, too fearful
to surrender
take the leap of faith
soften the edges of personal space,
complacent
with the reassuring speed of inertia.
Of course, she soon escaped
from the forced intimacy
of an unfortunate match.
From performing normalcy.
From a man
who could never understand her.
From the loneliness
of being so close
and yet so far.
As for us
our paths briefly intersected
then were redirected down diverging tracks,
no need
for formal invitations
halfhearted vows.
And for all I know
she is older now
and happy by herself.
But it was fun, while it lasted
pausing as we passed,
at a level crossing
at headlong speed
before we the wheels started slipping
and we drifted apart.
My first serious girlfriend as a young adult confessed this to me. I had always idealized marriage. And I couldn't imagine acting in such a self-sabotaging way. But since then, I have learned the power of denial, false hope, and societal expectations. And, I admit, felt a little miffed at the time: that she had this complicated past life I had no idea about. What other secrets could there be?
I should mention that the inspiration for this poem came from a new HBO series called Scenes From a Marriage. I haven't watched (yet), but my understanding is that it's about just this: the particular and exquisite loneliness you can feel in a bad marriage. And if that's not what it's about, it doesn't matter. The poem stands on its own.
I wonder if couples sometimes become so preoccupied with the wedding that they neglect the marriage. The ceremony is a singular rite of passage. But it's just one day, and a life together is not only a lot more complicated, it needs to be worked on every day that follows.
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