Well, we were young
And turtlenecked all through spring, then it was
Summer on a turning millennium;
And when we turned
From one another, way back when,
It seemed like youth was always a safe excuse
To have been in love:
The heart darts and pushes
Past the curtains
Of sunshine, a furred critter
Then, my friend says we can’t be it all.
I’d like to know why not (though
the logic is irrefutable),
A short fall cuts to a long winter;
The things in between
Were made in opposition.
The millennium no longer young;
Well, then there was that slow day so many
Wondering if this cat twisting
On my chest was a thing
Or if that other thing
Had ever run past the gardens
Into those wicked billows of sunshine.