I remember once I wanted you
and you had no idea.
I touched you once and asked
if you wanted me the same--
You said no, and I got mad and walked away.
I remember when we used to
fuck
and
kiss like it was
Zen,
hot as chili peppers.
And
it was never enough,
everythingcould not have been enough.
Now sometimes when no one can see me
I set my
pride down
next to where I am
and we discuss the matter
of the time I left.
Humility told me
while I was on my walk
that you had gotten
mad
and left,
that it's time to let it go.
It's probably
too late
I thought.
I've been gone
a damn long time.
It seems like he is from the
stars
and
I am from the moon.
Now, before the end of
my little tale
becomes a
tragedy,
I need to have your attention
please
I need to speak my piece.
We've been
distant for a while now
not just across the miles
but in the sense of
unity
I think
we used to have.
Here's my offer:
I suppose I can end my
affair now,
my
secret calls on pride.
I'm ready to find my way back now
if you think you can too,
and we can be in
love
and that would be
the end.