a love poem

i’d slip out for quiet walks on the terrace

when you thought i was in bed asleep

and then much later with the dogs

at night i walked the streets 

while you slept for it kept  

bothering me

that that was not where i belonged

and so i longed to be somewhere somewhere else

don’t ask me where for i don’t know yet

you remember the time we argued about careers

your monologue that left me in tears

and i said i’d be happy

breaking stones by the roadside

i was young then and rather naïve

and i think i’ve changed my mind

since. i wouldn’t want anymore to break

them, just balance them in cairns

by the sides of the many roads that i take

and on the mountains, by the passes that i pass

i wish you could see it but alas

we’re very different people

i want you however to know

that i see your point of view

i understand your insecurities

and i don’t hold them against you

but i can’t help but plan my escape

while you think i’m hard at work

to the shadowy world you know nothing of

where crazy dreams and passions lurk

i know you will not understand

why i must do what i do in my turn

and it is beyond me it to describe

so please just sit there and watch be burn

but i want you to know that this isn’t a diatribe

it’s a love poem