[We've Loved Too Long] a poem

We’ve been lingering
too long,
in this loose-tongued,
loom-state,
loose-leaved love
The gambit has been played out;
those casual strolls throughout
utter irrationality now are
alert to a curtain-close
The remains of unhappiness
were never far off,
drug their feet once exiled,
confident of an event of return


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]