Time enough? I thought I could do it.I thought I could look at you fondly
with composure and appropriate distance.
I thought maturity and resolve would hold sway.
I thought we could be what you always hoped for
and me, too.
I thought it could be so
and it was
for seven minutes.

I held out for seven minutes
before wistful melancholy called
and I yearned again
for a thing that I swear
I have kept away from for months.
Years, maybe.
I have been free from your gravity for some time
– I firmly believe that.

A steady diet of absence
has left you less of a deity to me.
But seven minutes changed all that.
I thought your pull could be broken.
I truly believed that
but an older belief system
seems to have a tighter hold.

Perhaps we can try again
in another decade.