love,
is the laps we have completed

chapters capture me
they fracture and splinter
they deliver yards
of summer and winter

i am not
that,
slightly crazed
thirty something
contemplating addictive addiction

something in the way
you listen and interact
the way you shoulder others
or when needed, head back

and here it comes
a generation of pigeon chested fools
are about to find out
the fragility and falseness of our rules