An Ordinary Life

The man stared into the picture at the corner of the frame.
He'd gotten it in a letter with a hello
dear so-and-so, and I love you, x's and o's at the end.
He wondered how many times he longed for
just the ordinary life, with someone
to elope and travel down the Y of her body
for the rest of his life: an ordinary life.
He placed a hand beneath her sweater, on her breast,
under flannel sheets, departed, spread lonely legs, parted hips,
kisses & love and x's & o's.
He looked in the mirror, mad eyes,
tears on an ever-deepening track.
The lines would always blur, "it seems I'm losing my way again".
Her imprint pretended into the pillow, and forever the fear of waking.
He silently screamed, and she'd never know,
dear so-and-so, x's and o's.
Tell me your love life in great detail. So normal, so synchronous,
but for no apparent reason,
driving around the block, not knowing where he was,
work every day, a fabulous face, forgetting who he was, one in the mass,
he would be fabulously famous one day, a star, a hero,
never a her & a him; an ordinary life.