Four Years

by Simon Graham

 

four years since last time

 

you’ve dated lawyers

doctors

and skywriters

 

i’ve dated tender souls

and weak spirits

 

you left a guy

because he had a cat

 

a girl left me

because I had Citalopram

but no conviction

 

four years like the Olympics

 

Beijing then London

my house then yours

 

you say “this is so different to last time”

 

we talk orgasms

and ego

pineal glands

and pop tarts

four years replaces beer

with wine

bongs

with darts

a condom

with handcuffs

 

we understand time

through the things that come back and the things that don’t

 

I had lost you to cyberspace

human to a photo album

a kiss to a status

but you returned

 

climbed into a new body

expanded your vocabulary

your music tastes

your coital repertoire

 

but the vibrations are the same

four years

four more years

 

I hope it won’t feel as long

we’ll be twenty five

or dead

at IKEA

or listening to Death Grips

sober

or drunk

we’ll see

I’m not one to bet

what are the things that come back and the things that don’t

 

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