Why We Were
I stand on the corner looking for a ride.
I want to go to an unknown place,
to be anywhere but in this moment
where you intrude, standing defiant in my thoughts
amidst the rubble of shattered expectations
not agreed between, only in me.
I heard what I wanted and not what was said.
He liked me and even cared, bar love, not ever,
I loved, not liked, beyond cared, until he said
we couldn’t be anything beyond the moment
we were in which was more than
nine years but less than a decade.
When I start blaming, nothing goes unscathed.
My mind was broken, my eyes uneven, the words
I wrote-empty, the prose lacked poetry, the love
I gave discarded once spent,
lost in the Egyptian cotton sheets in room 319
or was it me being incomplete he could not love?
I asked for a definition or even reason, why we were.
Goodbyes come too soon and since you, more difficult than hello
I don’t want to leave, can we linger
beyond where we are without the burden of details
I ask of his heart and whisper in the wind
and to the moon at 3 AM
I plead for understanding and finally, adieu.
I stand on the corner waiting for understanding.