Loves Labours Learned

The physical distance between us Is more than I can stand.  "It's winners and losers" and I'm "caught on the wrong side" I read a story about a young woman Taking fertility drugs, her hope, Her struggle and finally Her unwinding And I cried

I like to watch the cars On the distant highway From my place on the couch, Looking out my window.  Sometimes I imagine who's in them: Hurried and frayed: Workers mostly.  But sometimes a single man.  Going to meet a woman for the  First time.  I don't imagine anything Beyond this.  I just wonder: Who are all these people? And where are they going.  This world collapsing Under the weight of cars, And garbage, And your children's children.  I don't fault the animals.  They were here first.  They do their best to function In this world we've ruined.  But one person Can't think too much About this.  There is work and diapers to change.  Or there is a highway to Navigate To Find The One That you could maybe love. 

I thought of you, given to me, bound to surreal chivalry.  I took you out of your context, off your stage and demanded you in my presence.  Oh such a shaby presence. I tear up to describe it. I think of a movie with a well to do man and a store clerk and how she serves him stale wine.  I dreamt of you again. Young you. You were splayed out on the grass smiling. I told you how my friend emulated your underbite when we were young. She looked so much like you at times. Fresh faced; she adored you, as I did.  I just wrote to you. I said " whatever you do do it carefully". For I imagine you a stoic, careful, brooding gent who takes a mate carefully and kindly and bestows upon them all the riches and kindness you keep. Like the man in the movie. In reality I have no idea how you are. Are you funny? Are you stern? Would you scorn someone like myself for troubles that play upon the psyche? I don't talk like this. I laugh with my sister every night. Her birthday a day after y...