Infatuation has a name and it is Rosaline
Nay Romeo
But never Juliet
Who in my youth I hated
But now lament abuse of innocence
Mercutio dead
Benvolio waits next
Can we ever cry for Tybalt
Or even feel for Friar Lawrence
Who benevolent seems but
Seeks holy self-gratification
Infatuation has a name and it is comfort
And distraction
Haste and fascination with a childhood
Long gone
And left behind
Patience is an angel
That we see only when it’s too late
And we’re already dead
Like William Shakespeare
Who I know so well and
Never well enough
To keep surprise from moving tears
To eyes who have witnessed
This same story
Several times before.