Abstract Love

You said I needed culture.

I said I don’t want it growing on me.

A teacher and artist,

The smartest person I’d ever met.

Yes, much older than me.

We met playing risk.

And drank all night.

I was instantly caught up in you.

We’d make love for days.

You introduced me to a different life.

The ballet, the symphony, Broadway plays.

A whirlwind romance.

You said we would never last.

Because what we had was an abstract love.

For LPC

RIP

RGH

4-14-19

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