Halves

If Jack and Rose had spent less time kissing
they might have made it to a lifeboat.
They could have both survived. Nothing
keeps a sinking ship from going under.

It still feels unnatural to have breakfast alone,
to stop myself from thinking to grab two forks
and spreading hot sauce on what would have been your half.

Remember the night we missed three busses
in a row, the last lifeboats of the night, and we
were so cold and tired and you
were so mad, and then we met those people with the telescope
who showed us the moon.
In that dancing lens there hung an unbelievable
white city, frozen and old as a glacier.
I saw that teeth-white orb more clearly
than anything on earth.

If Romeo and Juliet had thought things through
they might have made it,
but at least Juliet never had to see that half-empty
bottle of hot sauce on the shelf
every single day.