Monsoon

It is that time, my darling
Where we take our walk
Because, of course, it is a such a beautiful day
A day with the salty promise of rain
And wind with a death wish.

But mostly because our lies are caught out
Yours and mine.
Our 'i love yous' and tender assurances
Of joy and forgiveness, of kindness and compromise
Are a drizzle already, a prelude to this evening of rain.

We had vowed, once, to be honest
Even in the face of vehement denial,
And fragile perches in life.
We lovingly promised each other brutality
And faith.

And now when I tell you that I need more
Or you tell me you try, all i see is opinion
Not objective honesty, not truth. Just
What I think
What you think.

Shall we renew our promises, then, or make some new ones?
For example: Ignore, overlook, back off?
Or shall we optimistically assume love will conquer all --
My wet towel and your leaving light switches on?
Or shall we let the rain wash us and our promises away
And vow never to have any more?

May 27, 2009