Remedia Amoris
after Ovid
The paradox, that you are a pair, no less,Is that you are then the loneliest of allWhen you will never know, can only infer, That the one you love feels like you—unlike you,Though, as she can be. Just ask her what she feels:She may start crying, insecure, or enragedBy yet another burden she must bear,Your insecurity (Really? That, too?),Or she may bill and coo she hardly cares whatAs long as you leave sooner than laterSo she can recover from the mess you’ve made.You think me cynical, crass, or even worse,But I beg pardon (though, yes, I am a male)Because I do think I have something to say,Even if my sense of humor’s not quite up to it:The curse of division is the cross we bearWhen we come together to fall apartSuddenly aware it’s all just projectionsOf actors playing in private fantasiesFrom which forgiveness alone recuperates us.
after Ovid
The paradox, that you are a pair, no less,Is that you are then the loneliest of allWhen you will never know, can only infer, That the one you love feels like you—unlike you,Though, as she can be. Just ask her what she feels:She may start crying, insecure, or enragedBy yet another burden she must bear,Your insecurity (Really? That, too?),Or she may bill and coo she hardly cares whatAs long as you leave sooner than laterSo she can recover from the mess you’ve made.You think me cynical, crass, or even worse,But I beg pardon (though, yes, I am a male)Because I do think I have something to say,Even if my sense of humor’s not quite up to it:The curse of division is the cross we bearWhen we come together to fall apartSuddenly aware it’s all just projectionsOf actors playing in private fantasiesFrom which forgiveness alone recuperates us.
