I have a girl friend, she’s 40 years older than me.
We say it’s unfair to have met when age and polio
have left her youthfulness behind. When I am with
her, being is like breathing and long silences are as
productive as two hour conversations. Love often
finds us this way -
Right person, wrong place
Wrong time, right person
Right woman, near death
She told me that when I am 75, I’ll realize how everything
only gets worse. When the ones you love die, new ones no
longer take their place. But I tell her she’s wrong.
Life dealt us its cruel card. We won’t be jumping into
flaming beds with the passion of young bodies. Rather,
I will roll her wheel chair or lift her off the ground when
she topples over. I will be happy to hold her in my heart
as a perfect moment when love blew through the right
window at the wrong time.
This poem first appeared in Free Verse in 2004.
From Girl Friend & Other Mysteries of Love (Propaganda Press 2013).
Used with the author's permission.