So let’s try role playing. I’ll be her.
You can practice on me what you want to say to her.
I’ve seen this on TV, in the movies.
I don’t think I want to air my private thoughts this way.
Do you want to try this? It might help.
I look at him, then away,
out the window, to the ocean.
I can’t do this.
This is between me and her.
There’s a monster cargo ship sailing away
from here to probably the West Coast.
A ship that large, when you see it,
even then you can’t believe it exists.
It’s like an island unto itself.
If it encounters high seas, founders, is lost,
I picture this, like watching the Titanic movie.
Maybe like the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
no one survives.
I look back at him, think about her,
know that he can’t hear this.
Even if I finally do it badly, only she will know.
She alone will be the only one to see me fail.