My darting shaking eyes can’t seem to realize
Nothing has happened
Nothing will happen
Nothing ever happens
The Yank toward the Precipice, dulled
Churning, roiling, my lungs, Hold me back
I’m not there yet
Will I be?
Can I be?
Have I ever been?
I cannot do another day at a time,
Ask me again in a week....
I loved you from the first week together
Dancing in and out of tentative affection
I never did hold your hand on the dance floor
We giggled together in the cooling sun
You splashed me and told me about your family
I too was late to care for you -and
I watched the sun begin to set but didn’t kiss you
You told me you could love me,
And I told you I could begin again,
I was absent at the turning...