What I wrote ten seconds ago
I no longer believe.
What I said ten years ago
Is no longer true.
I no longer love you.
I furnished maps and plans
For my mind and planned to build
Here. This poem had pretty fans,
Fancy perfumes—which gray rhetoric killed.
I had to make the poem end
With a sad note, since life
Ends sadly, unless, unless… it bend
Down in love
To child, dignity, wife.
I could not bring myself to make
Life sad. The fans were pretty. We swam in the sexy lake.
