The reiteration

There are moments when
I remember did had nice lovers
The potential husbands every gay young man will like to have
like some friends used to call them,
"a catch"
While the sun set
I miss them
I know they felt the same
Not sure
They understood my way
Still I am sorry
Did not way that way
But i remember them at the moments life show me the possibilities
All options for me
All fit choices for me
But above all of them and perhaps not even an option for many
I thank them my lovers for open the cage
The press
The library
The cortine
The traffic
The fish tank
The frame
The fridge
The house
The glory
My heart.
by The Shortfellow
Brooklyn, New York
07/08/12