I think in the final analysis
this is just as well:
you in your corner
me in mine.

We’d not have worked out
even had the stars aligned
and all the pieces fallen into place.
I’d have found some way to muck it up
to spew it all up into space.

I’m sure your calm and kind
would have been overcome
by my chaotic self-criticism;
my voluminous villainy would outclass
all your honor
and finer traits

and am I still pedestalling you?
I guess so.
Even after all this time
it’s simply what I do.
I think of you as on high
and me beneath.

This too
Is why it couldn’t be.

So it’s better
with the distance.
It’s better
certainly.