Love poems were tragedies
Beyond Shakespearian
Muting my song
for someone else’s words
Holding hands was uncomfortable A hike on a narrow path
Slowing me down
Grasping for more He walks in my steps
tripping on an awkward gait
A dinner alone at the bar He’ll take the steak
Instead of a 2-top
I chose the pasta Gives me a bite
instead of the salad
Never shared with anyone Staying together at home
In a cavernous theater
A tongue coated in butter To save money for us
with my own tub of popcorn
Instead of a conversation I sacrifice Netflix
A limited series
On a huge couch For all his teams
my nose only kissing tissues
Ten years is a long time to chill He shares The French Connection
hoping someday for a car chase overwhelmed, it’s almost too fast
I long to share The Simpsons
the endless memories
when in Season 3
Homer recalls marrying Marge