Get Better Things Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You keep thinking things will get better,
So you go on with yourself....
In an afternoon’s rain shower
For the first time at your new house,
You go into your backyard and
Scream privately that she will love you,
When she doesn’t even know where you are,
And can hardly feel you anymore,
The sunken plan of years lost
And all the souls drowned so deeply
Even recovered they are unrecognizable-

How can she love you,
When you are without form?
When you might step outside and not
Remember how you got there,
As the cars speed by coldly-
Let her take comfort in the familiar man
She clings to and stays afloat with/
They worship the same God
And they get drunk together,
And things are easier and well-lit beautiful-

You may keep writing to her
And some evening she might hear you
As the background noise on the radio,
But she cannot make out what you are saying.
She cannot understand why it is you are feeling,
For through your confusion
She doesn’t know who you are,
So continue writing her love letters
But burn up the words before they get too far
Otherwise they will reveal your heart
To someone you don’t even know
And things will get better.