How absurd at my age

• • For my breath to catch in my throat

    Each time you enter the room.

    My friends have no idea

    Nor does she

    But how long can they be blind

    To the glow in our eyes

    The secret glances

    And caresses beneath tables

    Where no one sees?

    How foolish

    To believe this can go on.

    A secret that can’t be kept

    How long until

    Someone opens their eyes

    And sees

    How long, how long?

    So juvenile

    To daydream

    When I have so much to do.

    Like school days,

    Daydreaming,

    Waiting for the bell to ring.

    I see no goals or tomorrows.

    I see only a green pants suit

    Careless strewn

    Across the sheets of a bed

    That can never be made.

     

MFM

Oct 26, 1974