To the Two of Us
There will always be a departure between us,
you, the mirage, a helix of feral dogs, in the desert
I, the patriarch of a horde of slaves
in search of a million masculinities.
There will always be a melody between us,
you, the laughter of a child
after placing his own foot in his mouth,
I, all the noise that can fit
into forty years of private reflection.
There will always be names between us,
I, the surgeon’s lamp in a psych ward,
you, the first entry in a diary.