Loved

Loved
Jordan Brooks.
Nov. 04, 2016.

In the bedroom, the bed's not made.
A television is on,
but I won't listen to what they're saying.
I'm amidst a daydream.

So, I go to the kitchen; I pace the room,
my wife will be home soon,
and troubles abound,
lately,

my writing's been less than profound.

She'll tell me to practice it,
with a pen, make movements until you're skillful and eloquent,
and perfect,
and in the house we'll have quiet as the heat of the night,

I gotta hold my completed and beautiful work,
and kiss my wife,

and stop rummaging through muted thoughts for a place I've found:

 a girl I met in town,
obviously, incapable of love,
each day there's new evidence,
she tends to allow herself to marry,

so just admit you've intents,
you're not trying to convince,
you say I love you while rolling your eyes,
you've never loved me or any other guy.


JlB.