It’s inevitable, isn’t it, that during long periods of your life
one person is on your mind.
Picture them. Do you still love them?
Life’s many. Loving one is to wrestle the confused and the unkind.
Kisses are not heroic.
The hero who fights for you and me
renounces love. Yet love occupies the mind
in such a way that heroism dies
in ears that listen to poems
calculating the impact on your eyes.
Remember in the gloom when she first reached out to you?
When what was sweet seemed inevitable and true?
And now your life is not your life?
You do! You do!