one evening you joked through the beer that we should be married. secretly i wanted you to be serious. you know i would have said, "i do."
For years I waited
For you to care
Even half as much as I did
Cared so as
To Divine us together
You never did
And now, I don’t
and here i remain at the break of dawn as silly and sloppy as ever
lonely, regarding the backs of my palms
the bed of nails
made so neatly
crows in the gray morning
lush green in the moments leading up to rain
thinking of how i dont care about you
yet you linger
i loved you, so what
good question.
