my chief complaint
is that I must explain
slowly, overcoming slips of mind
recalling every detail, in order
and using clumsy words
interrupted, imperfect
to express delight
or love, or frustration—
is that I cannot touch you
and see your eyes glow
with realization, recollection.
and then I wonder
why I would expect such perfection
which surely this world has never known
like a memory
of some better place,
some more perfect time.
January 2020
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