Why, she asks, are you doing this to me.
Then the line goes dead,
She shutting it all off
Or perhaps someone with her,
My friend now my enemy
Shielding her
Against the dark of night,
And those that might hurt her,
A guardian angel
Guarding her against me,
A repeated question later by text,
Though I can’t say,
She isn’t the one,
He is,
The man consumed with her
Like I am
But won’t admit it,
and I
jealous of him,
expose him,
wanting him to admit
what I’m scared
to admit to myself,
he scared his ship might sink
if he doesn’t plug up
ever hole
and avoid every possible ice berg
including me.
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