Little More Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You put a church into my body
You didn't even believe—
And a fairground, like a well-lit spear into
My heart—
And for a while it made you laugh with
The springtime toads
Chuckling on the rebar—And when you drove
Past my window when I was not
Home,
You could see the Virgin of Guadalupe well
Lit upon her church—and it made
You smile until your amber mind drifted
Back to the orange groves,
And thoughts of another love your
Ferris Wheels could not leave behind—
Drivers of your sorrowful sunshine—
And you went in with him and left your cathedrals
Emptied in my mind—
Until the rains inevitably put out the candles of
That love, and I put new saints inside my windows
That were neither yours or mine—
And you drove away into a new playground across
The graveyards- and sang songs
Of how you used to believe in my affections—
And would have returned their love to me, you swore,
Listening to the childhood's evaporations—
If only I had given you a little more time.