He ties himself in knots over her
as we all do
perhaps because she given him
just enough rope for
that
yet not quite enough to reach her
if only her hair was long enough
He might climb that
but he's not the one she needs
or means when she
thinks of love
his love is a one-way
Street
he can't back up on to get back
to where he was when he was
the center of her
attention
a bitter Brew he gets
to sip daily
and does not yet know
how to stop
and I don't know how to tell him otherwise
having just enough room to hang myself
and I wish I had what he has
if not intimate
contact
at least gripping the
strands of her hair
feeling apart of her
even if he can quite
make the leap to the
tower where
she resides he is always tying knots
I wish I could untie
sipping his bitter tea
loving without
getting loved back
an old man as old as
I am
all too aware she
needs, wants must have someone else
through his ties connects to her
when mine does not
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