The Only Thing You Had To Pay Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies, starting off by themselves, get to know one another
By interspersing:
I check on them as I go through my day, like a maudlin canoe
With over sad eyes:
I don’t even look up when my mother is coming through the door:
There the clouds lay like young men baptized but really in
Love with someone else;
And I never felt what that was like: and maybe you came along
After it was all done, and the store was closed up:
Maybe you strolled through the super dark garden we’d been
Trying to sell all day: maybe you remembered us,
Maybe we were the only thing you had to pay.