I wish I could start off with
"When I saw him last night"
but I can't. Such casual proximity
is impossible, and such amicability
would be unlikely even if proximity existed.
I'd like to say he was gentle and kind
but in reality he's only ever been evasive
nondescript, and distant; not only
geographically but interactively.
The tiny words he's used, when used at all,
convey my smallness, my insignificance.
What else can a woman think when intimacy
is offered as the main course and he's
barely touched the appetizer?
I'd like to say he came to my room
brushed the hair from my cheek
and was as real the moon appears
on its fullest nights. He was shining
smiling and he lit up my world.
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