He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
After our Supreme Courts
Decision to eliminate autonomy
Over a woman’s body
I heard the oddest
Sound pop then pop
And pop pop pop
Very very strange indeed
Then more and more
Pops pop pop pop
Pop pop pop popping
A thunderstorm of popping
Now I know why
It was all the
Heads that have been
Buried in the sand
Popping up and realizing
That a government that
Gives freedoms can also
Remove them nothing
Is ever really guaranteed
When two things disparate
Come together things happen
Either they mix temporarily
Like boxers eventually returning
To their respective corners
Or they remain together
Like pen to paper
That without the other
Either has little purpose
Be either the boxers
Or pen and paper
Someone to be avoided
Or someone to keep
Person place or thing
Sometimes proper often not
Being this being all
Is what love means
There is now before
Before this before now
It hangs over me
Like heavy snow laden
Boughs surely to drop
As I walk beneath
All at once avalanche
Reminding me of then
Shaking it off I
Carry on slightly chilled
Pleasantly surprised by being
Able to remember you
Yet keeping you back
There and not here
