I would have called
yesterday, but wasn’t sure
the phone was charged
enough for me to finish
my thoughts, so I did not,
but plugged it in anyway,
thinking maybe in an hour,
or so, I will call, I will make
that speech I’ve been planning,
say the things I wanted to say
all these years, but the hour
passed, and by then I was
somewhere else, pondering
the complications, the knotted
nature of love, wondering
what it is that binds us and
what it is that pulls us apart.
