Love Dies and Other Poems

Everything that I needed was your presence
breathing and speaking and sleeping, and that was it
and what was the point of all the squeezing and kissing,
and touches of bodies and hands,
just to make us aware that both you and I
were with others many times,
and that you do not bend your legs
like my old love when you sleep
and I don’t make voices like your former husband
and that we can’t love each other
in any other way but like children,
because we have been through too much
without wanting to