Learning This Kind Of Game Poem by RIC BASTASA

I am learning this kind of game
which you taught me when i was

just leaning upon a wall and thinking
that it loves me

to meet you, and have a drink with you
and kiss you inside a dark room and

then speechless as we are, we take
turns leaving each other

with a note that soon this will happen
again, this story of hello, goodbye, hello

endless in the pages of your longings
and always anticipating that soon

everything in our backgrounds will be
ironed out by a god who has no other

concern but our happiness, freed from
the prison walls of selfishness and greed

and always open to other possibilities
to a door that opens by themselves when

we begin to utter those old words again
' i miss you' and the echo, 'miss you too'