Then There’s Love

I tired of friends’ stories about the horrors of Catholic school

It did not compare to having a leg blown off in Vietnam

I winced when you came in with your account of long lines at the store

It did not compare to a deadly crocodile attack

You mourned

You cried

I whispered

I lied

You read Dante

I watched hockey

You talked of having too much stuff

I laughed at the beer commercial

Someone called, you answered

I did not find it amusing

There was a long lull

Then to bed and we made love

I drank water

You snored

There was a dream about flying pirates at my old high school

Or was it my grandfather mowing our lawn?

I listened intently the next morning over breakfast to you

Fascinating how you recount the previous day

And I, in turn, preview the coming one

Just don’t make me hang out with friends who talk of Catholic school

I love you