Sunday, June 16, 2024

That one last life preserver May 2012

 

 

I did not know

I needed to be needed

 until she texted me

by which time it was too late.

She had already traded her CD

for someone else’s book

and he knew he wanted

her to need him,

 even though she needed

 neither one of us,

needed merely to calm herself

to deal with what overwhelmed her,

I felt lost

without a reason to be in her life,

cast out by walking out of that bar

as if I had leaped off the Titanic

which ultimately did not sink,

alone in the cold water

where it mattered not

if I could swim

there was no reason to,

 nowhere to swim to,

 nobody to reach out to,

that shipped sailed away,

leaving me to stare down

at my messages later

when she tossed me

one last life preserver

asking for me to get her a drink,

And I refused.

 



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