poem

 Reconciliation

I rewatch the video

Of our reconciliation

Whenever I’m distraught

Each moment plays out

So unexpectedly

Even after all these years 

Of waiting for it to happen

Every line is nothing

I would have written

Like dialogue half heard

Two tables over

In a noisy cafe.  

And I especially don't like 

The two actors playing us,

So wooden and formulaic.

Couldn’t they have gotten

Anyone better?

I’m tall and your hair is wrong 

Besides, it’s long

And drawn out,

Gets bogged down 

In its own smug

Sense of inevitability.

I fall asleep 

Halfway through.

Truth be told,

I’ve never watched it

All the way to the final credits

So I can't be sure 

If it really ends 

With a kiss

10/26/25