Professor of time and circumstance
Wise of word and hand
Chemistry, a mixing, your explosion
Your hand unexpectedly strokes my hair

Chilean times and afternoons that nightly dissolve
A comfort, a knowing we cannot beware
After you held my hands, you found your lucky links
Then early morning hours, I watch you point your toes down my stairs

Time, it’s so unrealized
But these realities are so concrete
Circumstance, circumvent
What is and what could never be

To be done, with what?
A friendship based on two single solitaires?
Circumstance, circumvent
What is and what never was

Not unhappy but still searching
Tic tac toe games we played
And the outcome was always the same
Cat’s game