|Falling In Love Backwards and Unblind|
We sailed on a barge not far from Long Beach,
kissing under bridges, as the gondolier
serenaded us under a bright Summer sun.
Even then, we did things differently,
finding romance in the mundane,
not waiting for moonshine or roses,
content with the weeds bursting up
through cement cracks.
I loved you then, before I lost focus,
before I beat you with my fists,
raging with an anger that wasn't
at all about you but I hadn't yet
figured that out.
You wearied of me one night,
hit me once, hard against my arm,
then held me tight as you wept.
We finished our drama quietly
one August day in Santa Ana,
one signature on a fresh white page,
a seal that sealed us from each other.
I hang out with your mother
now that you've moved away
and when she tells me stories
of you as a child, I hold a pillow
to my empty belly and weep
for the little boy I never knew.
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