He knows nothing
I need to know
Yet I keep talking
To him,
A life line
Her soul he has
I don’t.
Even if what he knows
Does me no good
(she having already
Moved beyond him, too),
He clings to whatever
Connection she lets
Exist, maybe unaware
Of how much he loves her,
Connected by a strand
So think he’s scared it
Might break if she suspects
I’m clinging to him
Because of it,
He knows nothing
I need to know,
Yet I hold onto it,
Aching over his having
Something I can’t have,
An avenue of trust
He can reach out to her,
Even if in the end,
He’s merely a hanger-on,
Desperate to keep whatever
Connection he can,
While I am equally desperate,
To keep connected to him,
A life line to a hanger-on,
A dream with not real dream,
Just a hope and
A memory.
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