For 'the Elephant'

a Sonnet from 3 July 2024

Forgive my loving you too late in days,
too late in years, too late in ages, I
am disassembled by our unsung love:
The love we dare not hunt to extinction.

When hurting you, I've been unlovable,
unrequited and truly unworthy.
When hurting me, you've been ignorant, so
inconsiderate and hopelessly good.

All I would ask is for a polite day
far-flung and patient in coming to us
when the Elephant does not hold us both
and the stars ever turn about our love.

You are my closest person, and the one
for whom all my love will be conducted.

 — for Good Communication.