It’s not so much
that I have changed
as how much I
am rearranged.
I would not have chosen
to fall in love.
She told me her heart
was mine whether I
wanted it or not.
I couldn’t help myself.
It was then I began
to disappear & show up
in other places.
When I looked in the mirror
I saw myself reflected
in other mirrors.
When I looked for my shoes
in the closet
I found them in the freezer.
When I looked
for my wristwatch
I found it on the doorknob.
I could not ignore the signs.
“Cold feet”
& “time to leave”
What choice did I have?
