Love Goes To Prison Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It was a sweet notion
That we must see each other every day
That we cannot spend even one night apart

It was a romantic notion
That produces a definition of love as constant contact
That two people cannot spend one minute apart

It was a notion overflowing with the damage of the past
It was an overcompensating defence against rejection
It was nights in front of the TV and the gradual disappearance of lust

It wasn't nights spent running home in an unexpected rain shower laughing all the way
It wasn't sex in the afternoon or taking defeats and setbacks in stride
It wasn't a prohibition against spontaneity

It was fingers squeezing the throat of Friday night
You hate my friends, I hate yours
It only seems right for the two of us to construct this wall together