I seem to want
What’s impossible
Not wishing to
Go to the sand
But have the beach
Come to me.

I don’t seem to
Want what is possible
That you’ll be
Happy In the life
Of another.

I seem to see what
Is not visible
Reading your lips
Despite hearing
And being less
Than foreverness.

Time, the sense
Most personal,
It started in
Your arms
And ended with
Leaving them.

RLB 1/5/2021