Moshe.

You were too young to love me
The way I thought I needed to be loved
And in the end I wasn’t enough
Too much
For you

I was too young to love you
The way you thought you needed to be loved
And in the end you weren’t enough
Too much
For me

Dusk does not settle
Without the dust
of our love
whispering across
floorboards
from under the floor.

And every night
Before I sleep
I have to sweep it back
So I can rest again.

(also published in Poesis II.