mmmmdccclxxx

I know him

like my coast
is always there.

We’re both hug
ging it and not

each other.  I
know what he

wants for break
fast and I’m

pretty sure he’s
cooking dinner.

I see him twice
a day.  Or thrice.

There’s been the
rare exception

over these half-
dozen years.  I

only know what 

he’s thinking

sometimes.  

And that’s fine.

Sure, there are
those who can,

and there are
those who can

not.  A rotten
dilemma if ever

there was one.
I know he’s

considerate, oh
ye of little faith,

I know he’s kind.
I know him as

well as anyone
might.  And un

like most, I know
well what I want.