Cabin Fever

Marriage

12/27/02

I was watching TV in the dark
when the documentary of us came on.
I was frightened by its charm;
you were not around.
The pieces fit when we were called to arms.
The hardening of hearts was heard everywhere
except today
when the TV didn't make a sound.
I clenched my open hand around my empty beer can,
seventh that day
as the production ran over and over.
Every breath we ever inhaled
used to fertilize our lungs
and luncheons of love,
desserts of truth
and the thought of a life in peace together
only made the flickering TV worse.
There was not a phone call or a letter.
You were not around.
I wish I were making this up.