lighting the gray street at twilight
and finding me at our appointed place.
I flare at the sight of you
wanting both to celebrate you
and to shout my hurt, "You are an hour late!"
You see my anger and joy all mixed up
and advise me that you are as you are
and I of all people should know this.
We already know we are doomed
to spend our lives together in torment
and that there are no other options.
--John M., Adult