That Was All You Needed To See Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You don’t care,
You are so far deep into the beautiful,
And these a just words;
And you’ve never blown glass,
Because it is too dangerous,
And you didn’t grow up
In northern Europe,
And I would have like to compare these
Words to the exotic
Dangerous of those sports,
But they are more like suburban parks,
With swings to go on with your lonely,
To become the summertime bird,
A bird of time repeating in its
Arch: And I remember you from high school,
Sharon, and you even let me sit next to you during
A pep rally one day when I
Was beautiful,
And you told your bullying friends with the pink
Switch blade,
That I was your friend,
And I even think that you got into creative writing because
Of me,
But now you are married and know so much
About wine:
And I am so alone and no good at any sport,
And this is more like a clown selling balloons in a bulldozed
Jungle than anything else,
Like that one summer halfway through all the early stuff
When you looked up into my eyes
And that was all you needed to see….