BUT LIKE ROACHES

After the last night
and those final words
I was certain
that I would never love again
and it may still be true
but I don’t really think so
anymore.

I thought
at the time
that I would never be able to find another
and in a way,
it’s true.
I will never find another
quite so bad for me.
We were special
in that we were so poisonously
mutually destructive.
Do you remember the first conversation?
It is simply astonishing
that I ended up in your car
and not under it.

We were toxic for one another
but, like roaches,
could live in the worst of conditions.
Did we thrive?
No, but
we did the best we could
under difficult circumstances.

And now, I don’t doubt,
We will do much better.
Out of each others’ spheres
of horrible influence
we should be able to find our proper matches.

We are weeds,
loathed by the wrong farmer,
loved by the next.
We are strong, hardy,
good
– just not for each other.