for Barry Meisenheimer
I loved you when you were a dirty mess—
The streets I couldn’t walk down after dark;
The thick graffiti on the 2 Express;
Needles like fallen leaves in Bryant Park.
I loved you when you were a burnt-out car—
An outdoor Lower East Side barbecue;
The swanky hookers at the Hilton bar;
The skanky hookers on Tenth Avenue.
I loved you when you never slept a wink.
I loved you when you were our culture’s nest.
I loved it when you pushed me to the brink.
I loved you when to love you was a quest.
And though you’ve changed so much it makes me ill,
Those are the reasons why I love you still.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells