A Single Tear Drop Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I own two bicycles because I still pine for you
Alma,
Even while you make love this evening, even while you
Turn out all of the hope in your lighthouse,
So you cannot see my beauty drowning,
While during the day your eyes seem like brown
Maelstroms swirling with your breath,
Devouring the young heroes far more beautiful than me;
And still you accept my dreams and my bouquets,
While now all of the flowers are getting smaller as I too
Shrink,
Soon I will be so diminished as to be in danger of drowning
In a single tear drop,
Which is all that I wish from you.