You took what you wanted.

Let it sit until it stank – careful,

your wabi-sabi ways are showing.

Selfish, undivided, your desire was singular.

Me wanting not wanting, you wanting and wanting.

I wouldn’t wait, no virgin Mary I, thumb-twiddling, waiting.

You can have your greasy take-out,

while elsewhere I take out the trash,

hear the sea roar - her anger thrashing, crashing,

mine, a message bottled, washes up on farther shore.

Someone else can read the missive, furious and fast.

I lay a hook off the seawall and wait for the tug,

no fish, even Jesus may have failed here, instead I pull in

eel after eel, electric and fascinating; Careful they shock.

The seizures the seizures, Love,  I am on the fritz

yet prescient to the last, I see it at the bottom of my cup

as the leaves clump and fall.

As they spell out our history.

Love, I see only trouble.