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The Possibility

Posted to Poetry

Utterly pole-axed, benevolent beyond belief,
I smoke a cigarette and think to myself
How close we came to an end last night—
Weeping on the bed in floods,
Utterly pole-axed,
Distraught beyond belief,
To take the lies anymore,
The staying out late,
The drinking,
The shifting winds
Of my possibilities,
The phone not ringing
When it ought to ring,
With myself on the other end, saying simply,
My voice trembling with love and admiration:

‘I love you, my darling. I’m coming home soon,
No troubled ground beneath me.’