We're Playing The Long Game Poem by anais vionet

We're playing the long game.
We share things, we're lovers,
we slip in and out of each other's lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.

Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.

Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades
but not forever - I'm not a tireless-giver - in fact,
I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing) .

I'm learning that when a relationship's conducted,
at great remove, the basics - like punctuality,
dependability and preparation - become a big deal.

When I'm in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it,
maybe, that we know what we want and who we are.

That we're playing the long game