Almost Succeeding
Suddenly I remember the man I married.
I’ve been so busy remembering
the man I buried,
I almost forgot.
At first I tried hard to forget,
almost succeeding.
Now I try hard to remember,
almost succeeding.
I look very hard
out of the edges
of my eyes for
someone watching me,
but I don’t see
your eyes.
I don’t want anyone
watching me
leaning against a wall
slightly drunk, grinning
with Siamese recognition
Unless he has
your eyes.