When we were two of us.

When we were two of us.

I think all the time when we two were together.

Like when you told me you loved me for the first time.

I thought even that you were right for me, the one I had searched for all my life.

Yet I felt sometimes lonely with you.

Now I saw that it was love I felt and it is a pain as I can remember.

I might have been dependent on a facade, a facade that hid my hurt inside.

Almost as wanting to surrender to the parting, yes always at parting.

It suddenly made no sense to think more and to be as such.

Maybe I thought at first that I would just be a friend and nothing else.

Quickly, I became aware of the error by myself through your love.

Suddenly I would not give you the chance to break our connection.

To pretend that we did nothing and it never happened.

That we never were and had been together, our love was or should be empty.

That one day you might treat me like a stranger, it would feel so brutally.

Almost like having to surrender to the parting, yes, always the parting.

Now I could not stop and I let myself be carried away by you.

Your friends dragged me along but it was the strength in you that got me totally convinced.

I found a second life I was not familiar with, and slipped into the dream.

Now would not you be somebody I once knew in the past.

I think all the time when we two were together.

Like the first time I lied to you and felt the pain in you.

I often had the feeling of having done something terrible and evil.

It was not how I wanted us to live our lives.

I let you be reading a lot of my stuff even though I never allowed any other.

I would not have you as a loved one I once knew, I just wanted you.

Almost like surrender to the parting, yes always at parting.

What had taken me a lifetime to realize, you did for me in a few weeks.

I knew suddenly what had always been lacking in my life and you gave it to me.

Careless I held on to old promises and a sickly family without conscience.

Was too long to see the truth of your love and acknowledge it.

I just talked, talked as if I could hold it all and do everything.

So not even the danger signs you put up and glowed red for you but not me.

So dazzled by your beautiful brown eyes and the beauty you possess, I was just gone blind.

I told you often that you gave my life a reason, had I been well for many years, I think not.

Screaming in pain, I can now not even follow you in your further movements and life.

Lamb shredded and I sit alone without a home and without content, just lost it all.

Almost like surrender to the parting, yes always at parting.

Give up finding you again I cannot, do not be someone I once knew.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

2 thoughts on “When we were two of us.

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” When we were two of us ” once again demonstrates Jan’s incredible poetic acumen and wonderfully expressive sensitivity.The universal themes of Love,Loss and Relationships are common currency amongst poets great and not so great. Handled ineptly or injudiciously,most poetry on those three interrelated themes demonstrates all the sensitivity,insight and orignality of a shopping mall greetings card. Luckily for the reader of Jan’s poem” When we were two of us ” is several thousand orders of magnitude above the ordinary.

    1. jachso Post author

      Thank you once again for your very fine remarks. It is a love poem and there is more to it than that as your sharp eye caught so fine. It contain a lifetime of feelings cut down to these few sentences.
      My wish is to translate all my poetry to english so than a broarder audience can read my poetry. Hopefully it will come true one day.
      Yours sincerly Jachso

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