Do I love you?
Yes, I do.
Then again, perhaps I don’t.
I can’t judge myself,
maybe I just won’t.
when the horizon beckons
I wish I’d take this road alone.
Don’t take offence,
but lately it’s been clear
that I prefer
the measured tread of my earth-weary feet
to our half-hearted jabs
at walking arms entwined,
unsteadily in night-drenched streets -
our tragicomic try at having an affair.
At other times, I’m not so sure.
For instance, when you turn your head just so,
your auburn hair distils the morning light.
My heart and time stand still
as splinters of diffracted dawn
dispel my doubts.
It’s then I tell myself this must be it -
Love, unbidden love.