Remember when I?
Picked you up at the Cole concert in Atlantic city
Back then I wasn’t strong-
A tale of two cities
Thank god that song wasn’t too long.

Why do the crashing cups of a clumsy waitress
make me feel so warm inside
The broken clasp.
Takes attention away
From how scrambled I feel within
This must be how
Trees fighting for custody
Feel losing their children to the wind,
What does it take, to replace a mistake
& make you to believe in a second first date?
Can we overlook
How long that last lap took
And pretend I caught a second wind-
I never meant to make my first impression
My last without any context.
After all why would I probe the whole planet
Find the sight of a lifetime!
Just to never again make contact

I do enjoy the reactions
The sporadic moments of passion
The aurora borealis reflecting the northern hemisphere of your shiny forehead
The subtle moments of laughter followed by
The frustration of a lost conversation
We morphed into swans! But our vision remains myopic
Stuck on 90’s music and the people that bop it
But I ask you
What would you do if there were a Yeerk invasion?
And suddenly I was replaced by a man who craves for more varied stimulation
A host of my own present day born with
A constant fear of hospitalizations…
Will we stand tall the like broken lights in Huber heights
Or sit short, like a February photo of a Concorde cohort
We’ve come a long way from steak and shake
If only I met you before you left
Salisbury road  
Perhaps we wouldn’t feel as pressured  
A young crazy couple clinically betrothed  
The Bronze mark
Of our missed altruistic assignments
Briefly compliment the warning hue
Of Buick brake lights.
After all, without signals
How can you tell
When it’s time to turn in
If you never say goodnight

You are my beacon of light
Mixed and scattered amongst the seams
Of the bedding that belies my tranquility.
I know you prefer to be in his dark room.
But please don’t wake me from these dreams.

There isn’t an assessment
On how not to fail a patient who needs you

There isn’t an evaluation tool
For the disabled little girl who’s afraid of your genetic makeup

There isn’t a chart review
To administer to the higher ups who doubt you

There’s only experience.
And the judgement from my peers that comes with it.