Eternal

He’s not my first love, but he is
the first to have haunted me like this
with that dark mop of his, those
David Croland curls that adorn him,
brooding eyes hiding so much.
His ghost walks the halls of my mind,
and my spirit would will itself to
cross dimensions to bring me to him,
if I had to. The limits of what I
would do for him are unknown, even
to me. 

So, then,
you could only imagine how
deeply it bothers me that he
isn’t one to let people worry.

I think I am who I am
because of the first psychotic break I had
in my adolescence: I was raised by a village
that was a psych ward
and once I overheard a nurse tell another nurse
I asked him how he was
and he said very well thank you and so
I reminded him he was in the intensive care ward.
And the man I pictured her talking to, long ago
had his exact same face, those same, dark,
cousin-to-cupid curls