How many nights must we do this again?
Glare at each other in silence like cats
guarding territory or prey…in pain
growing from silence…those ancient love chats
by firelight extinguished, it seems, by dread.
How did this begin? I can’t recall…can you?
Will you say I started it…sneered and bled
you of love like deer carcass of blood…who
of our old friends could tell us…sit us down…
remind us how we’re worth too much to each
other…like leaves to air…breath to leaves…frown
and shake their heads…guide us like seers to reach
for each other…touch again…Do you recall
that night I met you…eyes revealing our fall…
Roger Armbrust
August 30, 2020
