History

When I lost you
it wasn’t much like
a movie:
neither of us were
posing or fumbling
to remember our lines
and places:
there were no interludes
for a quick shot of brandy:
no one yelling cut
in the background:
but in my head
these days, I’ve
spliced and edited
it into a lesson for
better days:
do not love like that
or hold tightly
or rise and fall on such
a flimsy premise:
but of course your
version has to differ
at key points now that
you still run and
still dig and still try
to wrap though around
what I’ve said:
maybe next time we
should write
a book.

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Posted June 24th, 2005 in poetry. Tagged: .

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