I meant that you never met me halfway.
I meant that you stayed in one place
and watched me. And waited.
And did things on the side behind my back
because well, I suppose, you just had to.
I meant that you were never willing to
do what it took to make it work.
I meant that you left, slowly, cruelly,
because you wanted to believe in me
but didn’t, and would rather I prove myself
with the clock ticking.
I meant that you never starved yourself
or spent the night in the street
so you could afford one touch or one kiss.
I meant that you never slept with a stranger
for a lottery ticket
because you were running out of time
and your body was all you had left to sell.
(They drew the winning numbers
the next morning and the ticket didn’t win.)
I meant that you…
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