It’s not that life here was ever distasteful
or unable to float upon my tongue
to me or you
you were just there
and I was just alone
wanting to know what takes a lifetime to learn
and turn around and around again
and after this
to turn around and around
and learn again

and it’s not really a mystery
i swear
what i want

in time all i will think of is you

when i’m folding blue shirts or pouring my tea
or some other empty maternal moment of domestication
when im expecting the least
and getting the most

it’s not a mystery really
not a mysterious moment
it’s almost silver cased displayed
and if our love
is ever disposed, exposed, or underproposed
i hope you remember all the streetcars never taken
and remember all the conversations always stated

it’s not a mystery this new found bond
not at all
it’s just that we’ve filled too many holes
triple screening each other…
un-elaborated that is said…
to with lowly between
us.