Requiem 3

The night before I see you
I wonder if I’ll see you at all.
Will some gallant have ridden you off
on his thundering horse
to an exciting life uptown
or a tall house in the country, perfect for forgetting?

Last time I could barely contain myself
And scribbled letters like these
To remind you that I was still near
Until I came home
And when I came home
I wished I had a house in the country, but had none.

The third time we made love
I think of as the first time
We let the sober daylight stream in your window
i don’t remember well
how you said ” let’s get up”
how you were, in your way, already letting me down easy

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