romance, a thousand years later

wasn't it you that spoke of the miscarriage?
isn't that really a theme in your poems?
someone is always pregnant or losing a child
or having an abortion someone is menopausal
what is that if not a comment that its really over

so you had your one baby late in the game
and now he is close to the time he will leave
you as he should and you are now an advocate
for children in your work now aware
of the strands of impatience you once prized

did we share that bed last night?
I cannot dredge it up from the memory of that vision
you were there again we were still trying to figure
this out and that little girl she was still
in the other room dreaming about being real

how's the song go? imagine my surprise when I saw you
now that's a memory I'd rather live without, truly
I wish you'd recede into the distance on your red horse
you know the one if I'd recognized this a thousand years ago
I'd have cut your throat, after the rape of course

will I ever bleed out?