I don’t feel 
anything I thought 
that I would 
certain of it
but I don’t 
it’s very strange 
because of all 
of the men
who I thought
no was certain 
sure I do
in some way 
but not the 
big way and 
I simply don’t 
and now what 
start yet again 
I think not 
I think that 
my time for 
love has passed 

He knows that 
I do this 
write in bed
early as he 
dreams and his 
breathing gives pace 
to these words 
as though each
of us holds
the opposite handles
of a long 
saw sizzing and 
sazzing the log
that nighttime is 

Laying in bed 
next to someone 
who I knew
as boyfriend then 
lover now friend 
life for us 
seemed to go 
backwards as if
what we started 
as kept diminishing 
or even perhaps 
aging even love 
when having been 
is always have 
it just changes
colors darkens mellows 
I think that
I prefer this 
no I do 

There are some 
that upon return
have not changed 
though things have 
they have not 
they’re like a
frequently read letter 
whose message takes
on deeper meanings 
with each read
something’s don’t change 
dear friends being 
one love another 

Funny how when 
I did he 
didn’t and then
when he didn’t 
I did and 
now when I 
didn’t he did
when will both 
at the same 
time just do 
or are we
simply meant to 
never ever do 
but just be 
each other’s comet
seen every once 
in a while