Hell, everyone knew it was coming,
but no one knew how to stop it.
A body obeying Newton’s first law.
Some say it was selfish, but I argue that,
maybe, it was necessary.
Perhaps, ordained from the beginning,
from the time we first met.
He was wearing his grandfather’s coat,
his septum was pierced, & he had no tattoos,
that would come later.
Almost first thing, he told me he had schizophrenia.
I laughed at him uneasily, while his brother looked on.
He fell so easily in love,
the second time we met he told me he loved me,
& maybe he did.
He was very sweet, believing everything you said,
whether it was true or not.
In spite of that,
he never believed me when I said, I love you.
This may be the saddest thing of all.