Sunday, September 25, 2011


I should not think of one again
      for he, alas, is gone.
And maybe he'd have thoughts of me,
      but those, I know, are none.
I cannot find a way without
      including our past plans;
excluding him--as he has I--
      through tiptoes and demands.
Treading lightly, step by step,
      away from him, and he
turned his back some time ago
      and treads away from me.
Not lightly, no, and not a glance
      nor glimpse caught in his eye.
He won't dare to think of me,
      and follow suit, should I.