Love

I feel like I really know you, 
she said that first night 
as we pulled the sheets 
over our racing hearts, 
and I lay in wonder 
that I wasn’t alone 
because she had said 
I know you. 
I heard those words 
again and again, 
and I always lay in wonder 
that I wasn’t alone. 
But a turbulent sea 
laps at a dune, 
years bring erosion, 
and as she left 
she called over her shoulder, 
I don’t feel like I really know you, 
and now I lie in wonder 
that I am alone. 
 
(Weep not for the poet. It’s not autobiographical, but it happens every day.)

I Know You