I hear the rain outside my door. I am writing.
I am listening to piano music I purchased
in South Korea (not too long ago).
I think about you but not you
(You as a metaphor for all the yous)
I think about her and only her
(not as a metaphor)
I think about love and heartbreak
(both inflicted upon and caused by me)
Am I man enough?
I pause my South Korean piano music
and listen to Teddy Pendergrass.
Am I scared to love again?
(A distant voice whispers in my ear:
Take that leap, you fool. Take that leap).