For Us
Hard to know—
always at an end—
the reason for
turning towards yet
another alley of him,
while—in the same
mood—I store
myself to have
a past, The Past.
What is a lie
for us is holding
the astounding
private. No more
waiting for feeling
to be knowing
like a blade
against the fruit.
Just the feeling
and then saying—
and then another
reason for turning.