Sonnet 62 – A Third Way

I want new options, a clear path.  I’m not
built for loneliness but it seems custom
cut for me.  I need passion and white-hot
hunger.  I long for longing, but there’s none.

Where I should find love, I know distance and
occasional cold care.  Where I would find
love, I can’t - he already claimed your hand.
Damn love and damn obligation!  We bind

ourselves to another in need, never
considering the cost or how cruel time
can be.  The choices I made brought me here
and decisions demand attention.  I’m

caught between the implacable and the
impossible – isn’t there a third way?