Poetry: Poem for Linda
You talked and talking reached behind
your head,
banishing any regret I might
have felt in
arriving unannounced.
You did not care I
had nothing to say,
you had more than
enough for both of us.
You did not care
that my eyes crept off
to look into every
corner of your room,
to look into
everything, but not your eyes.
It is true I would have liked to watch
your breasts move
soft beneath your dress,
I would like to
have shared a simple kiss,
but this was not
the time for love.
You leaned back against the chair and laughed
and listened as my
clumsy words
did their best not
to embarrass us.
When it got dark
and we were silent
and the lights
along the lane lit up,
you did not ask for
me to go,
but reached across
and closed my eyes.
I know that you will never beg me
not to leave you,
and I know
the days I spend
with you are numbered
and the countdown
began days ago,
but sometimes it’s
nice just to stay up late
and forget what it
is we owe to fate.