How Low Can You Go?
Everyone thinks loss is the worst, but worse yet
is what isn’t known. Those loves that ended in bitter
words, smashed glasses—we may wonder, What if…
but in our hearts we harbor the truth: no good
was ever to come of that. But the calls that trailed off,
the unanswered letters and drunken, late-night texts:
where did that other person slip off to,
what bright corner of the world welcomed her home?
It sets one on edge, gives the mind leave to roam
the alternative future with that absent kindred soul.
One can hear, in the lull of thoughts over time, the heart and its perfect
limbo beat, lowering the bar of expectations
until you’ll accept anything to rid yourself of the memory
of that dance where your moves were matched without hesitation.
