Bring One Person

After the violence of an interrupted love,

I want to go to sleep for a very long time.

 

I don’t want to play,

I don’t want to meet anyone at the bar for drinks.

I have no further use for promises

- the simple ones like ‘I’ll collect you at 8.’

or the illusionary type heard only while dreaming:

I’ll always understand you;

you’re safe with me; I’m here.

 

Instead I will proceed with a solitary life,

made happy by daily work

and simple friendships;

frequently saddened but managed.

 

Except if the gods see fit

to bring one person.

Then the two of us could work upon each other

the frustrations and occasional loveliness

of sharing a bed till

one of us dies of natural causes.

 

And all for the better

if I don’t have to peel back

the skin of my heart;

if the gods could just hand him to me.

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