Like a thunderbolt
While waiting for the rain,
if you happen to meet
the long lost beloved -
someday, somewhere, suddenly -
asks the poet,
what do you say?
You definitely do not ask
about the hollowness of your soul,
the letching, the cravings of the mind
or the sudden collapses of the heart -
the answers to which she is the Question!
You can definitely - joke
about her newly found passion
for leather pants
or remind her
about the kinkiest coloured bra
that you two imagined together
and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
You can only laugh.
Laugh over the mundane,
banal, vapid details,
to avoid the star-crossing -
deferring the apocalypse.
