FALSE HOPE
it's a glimmer of hope everytime you pick up
you sound so so concerned and it touches my soul in the most wonderful way
opens me and lets the light it
but then you go go go and
we don't talk for a long long time.
im so alone and i thought
stupidly so
that you were too.
you were what i thought i needed
i was wrong.
you're too busy
too disinterested
too disingenuous.
im sorry
it hurts too much to talk
to see you
to see you
everyday when i walk by the floral shop
to smell you
everyday
to hear you
when i walk the halls
if you see this before december just know i wait everyday, make myself late, to see you far far away; walking with a hip sway to the library.
im so so sorry.
i wish i'd known what i do now then.
-R
