It’s not so bad.
We still have those
early cafe morning
iced lattes and hot chocolates.
Conversations,
explorations,
almost interrogations.
Memories of goodnights —
arms wrapped around
each other.
We have escaped
the household horrors,
dirty dishes, litter boxes.
The small hurts and
little words
that linger.
This is better, you must admit.
We can still go to the cafes.
Respective drinks,
sweet arguments.
And if I am a little distant
for a time — do not worry.
I am only regretting
a little nothing
a might have been.
You were a lovely man
to almost fall in love with.
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
Clarion, Seattle
July 27, 1997