A Poem by John Grey
When we began this relationship five years ago,
our emotions combined in a sweet high-key harmony,
grand in public, intimate when alone.
Its grace of theme and feeling promised much future success.
But a mundane element started to intrude:
the routine associated with communal living.
It upset the balance of our togetherness.
The rest of our life couldn’t find time
outside of its demands.
I blame the large green trash bin.
To you, it was those ants crawling across the kitchen sink
that were at fault.
When we parted,
conceptually it was not clear why.
Pragmatically, we had our reasons.