12/20

To the love that could have been:

Long last has it been since the time a dream or sin

of us caused me pleasure.

When our past futures and kin were not ifs but whens,

and when our nights were full of thens and nows;

when I did not have to tell you I loved you to show you so.

Tell me, when will I be okay again?

Because our love that could have been

has left me so far from zen.