I am a weaker version of you
you are a stronger version of me
you said as you did not grind the gears
as you pushed it into fifth,
moving the stick with the smooth motions
From the sooty depths of our tiny city
from the wedge of my apartment
you shifted and curved us into
the otherside, the neverwas, the green corridors
where I did not live
Into the empty cavern of your house,
the gleaming counters,
the papered walls.
You took me.
me there with the nonchalance
of one who'd lived there all your life.
I loved you with the blue love
of the unaware -- not till years later,
shifting and curving and unconscious
in a car of my own buying
did it occur to me I might have loved you
with something more.
Based on the memory of a poem written in 1989