Poem: Easy

It's so easy,
to forget that I love you;
lost in the humming of frustration,
daily Angers.
Remembering days when
I didn't have you.
Days when I didn't think
I'd ever have you.
Days when your slightest attention
would brighten my world.

A long time gone from present.
Though feelings are eternal.
The wonder I feel,
in contemplation of you,
in celebration of us,
surpasses my ability to express.

Everything changes and nothing is permanent.
Even if we spent
the rest of our lives
together,
it would not be Enough.
Time would pass too quickly.
The day of Death would come too soon.

My reflowering of love for you,
today,
is immortal,
is tomorrow,
is for never.
The extent of my feelings,
so great and immaculate,
that they do not effect
the Mechanics of Disadvantage.

The Imperial Fact
that I must be alone at times,
that I often do not feel well,
that I cannot always give my Lovers
all the attentions they deserve.

A car needs maintenance,
no matter how much it is loved,
(especially an old, unique, junker like me);
Gas, oil, rotate tires, etc.
How people are no different!

Entrenched in the Physical,
steeped in the Mire,
the Muck, the Dirt,
the Earth.