Yesterday
Only you asked me about my earliest memory
Only you wanted to know what dreams I remembered
Only you were more fascinating than I was beautiful
Only you could tear apart my writings and still make sense
Only you could wipe my tears without being intimidated
You were clearly besotted with me
You were at the same time, comic and tragic in your love
You were saved, moved, cured, defined, with mine
You looked at me expectantly, like a child, anticipating my next move
You were the last one who truly, unconditionally, loved me
Today
Alone with him, I might lose my direction
He courts me, pleads with me, ignores me, hurts me
He cries mysteriously, makes undecipherable demands
And is so entirely, persuasively, selfishly, unapologetically, inexhaustibly, himself
I love the way he looks at me with his slow breath
I love the way he says my name with the slightly accented clipped consonants
I love the way he makes me feel beautiful when he smiles
I love the way he weirdly reminds me of my first schoolboy crush
I love him
And I loved you too
But frankly
I was bored
No comments:
Post a Comment