Across a frozen pond your figure
in shadow, black
and featureless
A stand of fir as backdrop
for protection
though you were unaware
And, so still— as if
you’d dropped down
from masses of clouds
to assess
or perhaps see me one last time.
Across a frozen pond your figure
in shadow, black
and featureless
A stand of fir as backdrop
for protection
though you were unaware
And, so still— as if
you’d dropped down
from masses of clouds
to assess
or perhaps see me one last time.
It was supposed to represent new beginnings.
You had visions of living in it as a child.
We were going to keep busy maintaining it.
You had plans to paint the walls.
We were going to entertain both new friends and old ones.
They would aid us in making a history that would gain richness
through the years.
I would write.
You would paint.
There would be unscripted adventures.
Surprises that help keep us alive.
We filled it with plants the cats set about savaging.
Their antics eased the disappointment and sacrifice.
You grew weaker as I cowered in the corners.
None of the many doctors had much to say.
The appliances all began to break down.
I doubted they would ever be replaced.
I really don't know
if I am ready to meet
another woman yet,
after my wife dying
only nine months ago.
I don't know if I am
ready for another
sexual relationship.
So, I'm asking my
friends, will you let
me borrow your
partners ?
Just as a kind of
experiment ?
I'll spend the night
with your wives, and
girlfriends.
I'm not saying that
anything is going to
happen.
It probably/possibly won't.
But, you'll be doing me
a really good favour.
I'd really appreciate it.
I mean, we are friends
aren't we ?