You made it harder but easier than sex
I am getting by but that’s hardly a record
I am nostalgic for painful separations
Must be something in the air.
There is something that kills me
and it’s not the memory of my time with you
You’re not here now and that’s a shame
but now I have to stand literate and proud
I couldn’t live with you. I can’t live alone.
I have tried to trace you but that did not work
I am settled for the time being settled in shame
How can I look for you when I need someone to blame
for the fragments. I have glued into shape A swan in an envelope
couldn’t be more absurd than the garden I tend.
A complacent confidence given in an aside. I need to have faith
in the other side to continue on my quest (to be the best)
When will I see you again? Soon?
I am second best next to you. Jesus would have to argue
but he threw tables out of the temple too
perhaps he has something in common with you
or perhaps I’m crazy or perhaps you are.