Love comes unasked for. Comes in the wrong year.
When you are busy, ill or slightly mad.
Reminds too much of bad affairs you’ve had
Your lovers’ similarities appear

At the worst moments. You look in the face
of some young thing and see behind her eyes
some ghost two decades dead. It’s no surprise
this happens, for you always seem to chase

A certain turn of speech, angle of neck
More than green eyes, firm breasts. They’re not the same
You must remember that. There is no shame
in having lists of things you have to check.

Yet sometimes, when love comes, you have to hurl
yourself into it, crazy for some girl.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to

  1. tanithk says:

    This hasn’t happened to me in a long time. Last time it was a disaster. And still I wish…

  2. cmcmck says:

    It even comes in the middle of an opera! :o)

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