Unfinished conversations

Muse

What did you think I’d think

In this electric afterglow

Of thought-current

Crackling between the two of us

That this is mundane

That every man I meet generates a power surge

In every neuron, so that my brain aches with aftershocks
And afterthoughts

And half-finished trains departing without you on board?

I cannot allow you the comfort

Of that.

Not even at this distance

It’s done now.

Connection made, knot tied, never to be untangled

Whether life or love come between.

I know it well enough for what it is

And know you do

Younger in years but wiser perhaps
An older head then mine

I would not wish regrets

On such a prodigy, immaculately conceived

Keep your distance, and I’ll keep mine

Till one or other of us has the wit

To learn the fancy footwork that will carry us

Through a lifetime of such unfinished conversations.