I want to know, are you happy?
It’s been too long.

I’ll admit disappointment.
The white horse died centuries ago
and the sword rusted before
I ever held it in my hand.

We go walking at night naming trees
after relatives who died when we were little
till you name one Johnny Cash which infuriates me
because I thought we were being true and I yell,
You liar! You put out your cigarette