I thought I meant more
was a part of the internal
conversation he has
about his needs, his desires
his long-term love goals
that I truly wanted to fulfill.
He left early, too early
and I remained on the couch
numb, full of tears
barely believing
he'd leave because
I think it crazy to wait
six years for a commitment,
and because the tiny equity
in his house means more
than true love and
true friendship.
I thought we would defy
the odds; be unbroken
and in love. Touch each other
with soft words and thoughtful
Ideas on how we could exist
together, in this world, in this life.
I was so wrong. Only tears now.
No comments:
Post a Comment