Any song you hear with him
You can hear with me.
Any thought you have,
Any connection or memory
You have with him you can have with me.
The favorite things you count on, or like to do
Are yours. They belong to you.
And my studied indifference and his are the same.
You can be angry with him, or have me to blame.
We can erupt into laughter, or you can laugh with him,
You can kiss the cloudy pink darkening rim
Of the evening the way the horizon kisses the sun.
It’s not really you. But you decide which one.