it's that word.
the one you always place at the end
of everything, like
a reminder a boundary a
warning.
keep away, it says.
trespassers will be prosecuted.
and that makes something
change
within me, everytime, everytime
my heart does a hitch and shifts,
e to d flat.
everytime.
and no number of babes or darlings
or
dearests from her or her
or her
matters. they never did,
never will, to be honest.
i was just waiting. but not for
them.
you said that word again, the other day,
wrote it actually,
and i had to smile and try to convince myself
that it didn't prove anything,
everything.
just sat there as she looked at me,
eyebrows raised, i guess
something on my face
betrayed me.
no one else noticed.
she paused in dealing out the cards,
and kissed me then,
chocolate, beer, toothpaste and giggles
but i was far away instead,
wishing she were
you.
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