HOLD THIS BY CLARA JACK

An old lover sent me memorabilia of our love

So here’s this poem to hold it

Call it architecture

He ponders on the effect I had on him

He aims to say

“When I loved you, I did”

I smile and in light tones and say,

“I was a great girlfriend”

He agrees and apologizes that he was unsure in the end

I remember what his uncertainty did to us

But,

Here we are, with the gift of passed love and lived life

And that’s why I tell him

“No sweat, we were just kids”

I meant to say

“You were not supposed to know, we were too young to be definitive”

Maybe we’ll meet again when we’re older and wiser

When we know not to labour our affection with so much ambition.