i'm doing that thing--
that thing where you only
remember the good things,
the good things are saving me
from the bad things which were
so few and far between, which in fact,
weren't many at all,

I was trying to distract myself, really
if it's a question of whether I could have
loved you regardless of our differences then
the answer is yes, yes, I can.  

but the proper analogy for what we had probably
looks something like two indians on opposite sides of
the river, or maybe you were in the middle, maybe I
was knee deep in the shore, toes between the stones
with an outstretched hand, maybe it wasn't a river,
maybe it was the rapids---was I yelling?

When I said I was done, what I really meant was, i'm done
hoping that you'll cross the river. Because you're pretty stubborn,
like you're on this rotating pedestal, and you pick up where you please
but I'm rooted, dug in, cemented to a lifestyle.


I dunno. I couldn't ask you to change.

I'm doing that thing--
that thing where I remember all the good things.
wondering if God has you or someone else,
it's funny how much I miss you.