Tunnel of Love
Love is not a thing you fall into
but an experience you go through
like a long tunnel.
Sometimes I just like to sit
in the dark in ours and pretend
I don't see the light at the end.
26 September 1989
I’m fifty-seven years old and when I look back all I see are closed doors. There’s no point opening them because there’s nothing on the other side. These few poems are all I managed to salvage.