poetry break #4

i will not be buried with your family

by me 

anticipation
is better still than the thing itself

the reality of our reality
is too much for you
is too real for me

the potential of things is sweeter
than the serious work of kanga clad reality  

you forget that labor and laughter live together
opt instead for potential filled places I have never been  

i remember how hard it is to love
you

alone

we both
wanting something else

. . . you more
a thing you can not share

with me

and I want only to be buried with your family