The Room for Error

We buried you on a Friday

all of you---

and especially the things I didn't care for

We didn't stop to catch our breaths

and it all got away from us

But deep, deep down there

you wouldn't be able to put your hands anywhere

anymore

not ever

and I needn't worry about my frailties

and impotence

when it came to you---

riding my coattails

and on my heel---

my heels

But underneath all this

just below the surface---

we'll put that distance I always dreamed of between us

between you and my moxie