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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