No longer drawing
back from an in-
commensurable fact:
The story began (of
course) with crazy
transcending superlative
love; then steam was lost,
coverup compromises, dis-
trust, fear, horned in.
The unfortunate usual.
But it, she, made my parents
smile, they unaware of modern
romance. We were underway
with too many deeply
invested hopes; afraid
to go forward afraid
to go back: Her
romance ended. My
romance couldn’t
didn’t wouldn’t; wanted
her love again.
Her skin was so soft her
eyes were so bright
her love was so sweet. I
could never be sure
of her.
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