No, I didn’t think our love would last
(the way she talked)
but the ropes of longing hold me fast.
“Once a month I can visit you!
And the whole month I will long for you.”
Impertinent! Nothing like that can last.
But the ropes of longing hold me fast.
She doesn’t know me anymore, which proves
we know nothing when we love.
She decides what she knows, or doesn’t know.
Insecure, she had to be the first to go.
Malady has a certain willfulness.
I wish I knew less of her past.
But the ropes of longing hold me fast.