Passion and politics

Raindrops are lost to clods of dirt
stirred by your footfall
you–-so much taller than I–
I thought they were your tears
falling over my head;

I wish you had been sober
when you said you wanted me
I wish
you had been kinder
when you got sober;

You voted badly
and I knew it
you hammered me with your politics
while you didn’t know shit
about foreign policy;

You said you hated the Beatles
but you still could have stayed–
until you smashed
my ABBA record, and it was I
walking out;

I miss you staring into my eyes
’til I had to look down–
I miss staring at your lap
’til you blushed;

It is raining again
beating against
the clods of dirt
stirred up by your footfall
I still listen for

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