There were no monuments
to our passionate months-dead couplet.
you did and didn't want them
and it made sense:
I, tail-end-Cold War-Montague
and you, Friends'-post-Starbucks-Capulet
Was there any other outcome due
When you looked for signs that I was true
and couldn't find them?
They were there, buried in how I burned for you--
--Darling, I still do--
And in how I was slowly burying
the other women too
All of them, dearest, finally,
for you.
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