Till death do us part

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Till death do us part

You were still a stranger
to me then, 
when I longed to figure out 
your secrets, if you had any,

before we fell in love 
and learned how to solve each other’s problems.  

Once I read a story about the “Wild Boy of Aveyon,”
and you reminded me of that poor wolf child, a creature 
urged on by hunger, digging for roots and bulbs in the fields.

A wandering transcendence.

When did our hiding places vanish? The places where we surprise each other,
wiped out by the monsoon bringing waters.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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