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When I ask my husband about the 'you' in my poems

When I ask him:

do you mind that

the you in these poems

isn’t always you?


He answers:

No, because I am the you

that is coming

the you, that is promised,

that is on his way.


When I ask him:

Do you mind

that the you in these poems

is another? And another?

And probably one more?


He answers:

No, I don’t mind

because that you came, and

did the damage he could,

leaving you in pieces in his wake


And he answers:

You see, mon amour, I have

just the tools to fix this,

just the stuff to put it all back together,

the only stuff that lasts a lifetime.


When I ask him:

Do you mind

that the you in these poems

is someone that isn’t you?


And he answers

Mon amour, my love,

as long as I have

the you

that is you,

I don’t.


Commentary: I think this poem is fairly self-explanatory. It is part of my April exercise to produce and publish an entire piece of writing every day. I actually wrote this a few days ago, so technically that's cheating. But I love the one I wrote today, so I'm debating between submitting it somewhere, or posting it here tomorrow morning.