Probably Not

I knew what I wanted from her: everything.
I wanted her with me. I wanted to see her
Eyes brighten, her smile. I warmed like an
Oven when she chose to speak, but I don't
Think she knew what she wanted from me.
She seemed thrilled by my love, and she
Said I should stay, but she seems to have
Worried that I'd get too close. She hoped
I would keep hidden, and she hid herself,
Babbling all too adroitly, avoiding all
Meaning, and, likewise, I wasn't to speak
Of myself. She had too much at stake
To take me as her lover, but ached from
Some hunger I managed to feed. In the
End, it would seem, she had eaten enough,
And her silence suggested she'd finished
With me. Now, we don't see each other.
On slow afternoons, I'll recall what I
Wanted, and wonder if she's figured out
What she wanted from me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-08 at 00:46

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