I thought on marriage several months ago.
I’m not the only one who senses he
romances an idea and chemistry
attracts him yet, a bit. But he won’t throw
himself in risk or speak what he might know.
Instead he’ll just esteem our history,
mythologize a tale of him and me,
and hide himself within a Paulist show.

I wish he’d clear his vision, but in truth
I never could consent. I’ll do without.
My ever friend is trustworthy and bright,
but I had cause to check him in our youth.
And though I never minded he’s devout,
I won’t espouse a humble acolyte.