by Julian X  /  poetry  /  24 Mar 2008
I just want you to know
that I don’t give a shit about you any more.
We were as close as halved souls,
and you always chastised me silently
for never making my move.
Even a few years ago, I would have agreed.
But life goes on, and somewhere along the way,
I realized I hadn’t done so
for reasons other than insecurity
about your past or my not having “made it.”
You could have had me, in those salad days,
when I my strength but not how to exercise it.
You had only to reach out, in some mild, uncertain,
female way, and I would have grasped.
Enjoy your suburban life of quiet desperation,
my little biographic footnote: I love you still
but can muster more pity than devotion.
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