Be Careful With That Poem by Dean Meredith

He stepped out, disappointed
When he had no reason
Not even that distant stare
His madness, almost all imaginary

She didn't mind
Quite mad herself
But was he?
Kind and gentle

No-one knew
Not he, not them, not you
But it was what
He aspired to be

In his best dreams
In his quiet singularities
In his waking forms
Her desires his norms

The frugal pluck
The stammer of strings
Her vibrations
His everythings

A word set normal
God bless the flicker
Thanks to the switch
Good evening

He saw her fine filled moments
She saw him pure & torn
Someone clapped their hands
And all was gone