And I laughed
today on my way over to give you back your key
Because I
realized so supremely and so instantly
how true that
is.
You’ve never
understood poetry,
Not while it
filled the pages of my notebook
As we sat side
by side on the airplane to Tucson last summer,
Not when you
saw it spilling from my tired eyes
That day two
weeks ago when we had our last fight,
Not even when
we danced at that wedding
And it wrapped
around us like a warm fog,
Was like dew
against your skin,
And I reached
out and touched it
Couldn’t even
speak
And when the
song ended, you walked away
Like you were
leaving a grocery store.
No, you’ve
never understood poetry,
Not even when
it was all around us,
Not even in
the moments where we became it.
And there, all
along, my dear,
Was our
problem.
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