Sink Ships
I won’t say that sitting here, in the spot you shook my hand
Makes me think of you, it doesn’t. Not any more than usual.
I won’t admit that I regret not letting you ramble on about yourself,
That, if maybe you’d caught me at a different time, in different world
My eyes would still be locked on yours, nervous, admiring, new.
I won’t sit here, writing a poem I could never show my man,
Behaving like a girl with a loose heart and loose lips,
Writing about forbidden love with looser fingertips.
I won’t confess that here, out of my peripheral vision,
Man or woman, every figure looks like yours, whether that be because
You lurk in the forefront and every corner of my mind,
Or because I never knew you enough to memorize your silhouette.
I sent you away, but don’t move on
Because, even when I sleep, my heart beats faster for you
Than it ever has before.
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