Don’t kid yourself, the designers weren’t acrimonious,
only single-minded about keeping you suspended
up above the bedlam for just a bit longer.
Next, it seemed every possibility possible had played
out. Come on, stroll the hallway,
see if anything suits you, you’ve got that look again.
How far it seems from the reef, the double knot
we both had a hand in. A single entendre
only hinted at that lodged itself in the ice, waiting
out our evolutionary spring thaw.
As if it could all begin again, slaphappy youth
stumbles in, complete with haywire chores,
alien parents, and nights when the hours would
leap from our still burning bridges, but
playfully. Home is always where the first heart
attack is, with its strange summer fruit
of love and leaving. We were outside
the realm of knowing better, but neither you
nor I wished to saddle the wind. Tricky bit that,
the candidates, the formal kiss from the informal mouth.
You know the rest:
if you see her say hello,
but don’t expect that either she nor I will
know what you mean. And isn’t that the beauty
of the days gone by?