In my dream
we were traveling in a car
though I can’t remember which
one of us was driving.
I was telling you that this rift
between us
was meaningless;
that the times we spent
in bed together
were unimportant now;
it was lovely and fun
but that’s all it was for me;
we needn’t be so distant
to prevent us from falling
into old patterns.
You told me that I was wrong and that
ALL of those times ((((MATTERED)))).
In a near whisper: “They mattered a lot.”
It didn’t hurt you that I was unaware,
but you were explaining that your wife
knew how much it mattered to you…
and this is why we seldom cross paths;
this is how the rift began.
And though the past did not hurt me,
it was clear that the past had slowly
poisoned our present.
And our seemingly casual lovemaking
had casualties that I had not been aware of.
Written by Jason Wright
December 15, 2018
For Patrick
