Closure
I just want the have-not;
I want null in zero-sum.
I want the empty right down to the bone,
All things hallowed undone.
Sweet thing,
You and I are still so young.
My whole life
You were the one I waited for;
You simply pass by.
I won’t wait here anymore
In the storm outside your open door.
I gave up on love
When love wrung me out and rocked me shut.
I gave up on feelings and dreams,
And juvenile things.
The lover and poet and martyr in me.
Darling, I was half asleep.
But when you walked in that first day,
Soft-spoken,
Immaculate,
Unmatchable,
You were unlike anything
I could ever dream.
Everything else dropped dead;
Everything precipitated
Into a forgotten periphery.
I knew you because you were a part of me;
The piece you’ll never get to see.
Please, just
Don’t speak.
I won’t say much when we must meet;
I won’t let my hand catch yours from beneath,
Or brush the length of your dress,
Pressing against your crossed leg,
Half-way met
In the open door you left.
And we’ll talk until
We’ve talked enough.
(It’s been so long since I was touched.)
I'll be gone to somewhere else next year,
A new life.
You will still be here;
You’ll leave in your own time.
One day you'll be a wife.
I swear, innocent temptress,
I might have made you mine.
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