In Another Life
In another life,
we could feed each other apple slices
beneath the laurel trees
and talk of the times
we snuck out to swim in the icy river
behind the Johnson’s old barn.
Unabated and free.
In another life,
we could fuck under a sky of proposals
studded in diamonds
and kiss until it meant something.
But in this life,
I calmly wrap you up and put you to bed in my sadistic lie.
Do I hurt you with each passing day?
Unaware that I don’t love you.
Unaware that only in another life we would work.