You tell me I have memory
Beyond the beyond, as
Mr. McCourt used to say

Well, I do, and some of it
Goes beyond even the
Beyond you know.

Or maybe you do,
And are just coy enough
Not to say too much

Waiting for me to make the first move.

And here it is:
Remember those afternoons
I used to call from work

My girlfriend was down the block
And oblivious, and I spent an hour
On the phone with you.

And when I could, I graced
Your door and came inside
Where you served me tea
And roles we read from plays
That had a lot more romance
Than we put into the affair.

I think our kisses were
Not just light, they were
Ephemeral. So brief and dry we
Might as well have been relatives
For all the passion we, and they,
Both lacked.

But I always got the sense it was
Out of fear, not opportunity.
And I know you have wondered,
As I did, what might have happened
Had we both been unfettered
Of other chains.

Free of that, I am
Convinced our passion
Would have gone
Beyond the beyond

03/26/2012

Posted on 03/26/2012
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