Poem - When it was early

When it was early

At some time it was this:

Who could you not be?

What need had I for others?

Even when I washed up angry,

the dishes clattered your name.

The problem is,

(Yes you knew this was coming),

you fill up the space too much.

Me, I come into a room,

but you, you pour in.

Do you remember when it was early?

When it was uncomfortable to be naked?

When we whispered,

lying back, folded in.

I stroked your hair then didn’t I?

Then you covered me,

your long hair falling to my face.

And your quiet mouth open.

Now we have grown.

And your new interests;

sequins, sex, Sondheim and psychotherapy.

Pity the sex is not with me.

Listen while I say this.

I have been building to this.

You know those feelings,

that you need to talk about, that

you say you need to talk about?

why don’t you just bottle them up.

 - Sketched 2001, Revised Jan 2004