Old lovers on the train

“I’m anxious.”

 

I know you are.

 

I walk behind you because

if I walked in front of you

you’d lose me and

you’d get angry.

 

There’s no point trying to negotiate.

You think about the children,

not you and I.

 

Maybe it’s because you’re

divorced, guilty, you keep me

out all the time.

After all these years…

 

“I try to please them.”

 

Well, you never will, will you?

Someday you’ll understand,

someday you’ll stop pushing me away.

Someday soon, before we both lose our minds.