On knowing too much about others-
He loves Russian history
And has visited all the ww2 sites.
She nearly died last year
But has finally given herself
Permission to be an artist
She had to hold her family
Together and then gave up.
She a single mom is angry at all men
But her son.
He is a cartographer
Who dreams of mapping
The whole universe one day
She a teacher who remembers
Each kids name she ever taught
He’s a cartoonist
Who knows more jokes
Than he can ever share.
He collects ford trucks
Which remind him of his father
He is working night school
Just to spite his dad for not
Paying for college.
She likes to sing to herself at night
He takes too many photos of everything.
She dreams of space travel
And cathedrals.
I know he likes her but afraid to say
I know how many times each person
Has thought of suicide last week.
I know who has tried.
I know all of us have to strain out
All other voices
But love’s, which names us all,
Daily as we go.