Well, I think I got it.
I understand what you’ve been meaning to say.
You don’t want me.
I’m pretty clear on that
but no matter what you say, suggest
or subtly insinuate,
I firmly believe
it wasn’t always this way.
You liked me once
– you did!
I could tell from your smile
your positioning in the room
the way you looked at me and referred to me…
I know that you had some interest.
Even this bear of little brain
could piece that much together.
I’m not smart enough to see what changed,
what I did or didn’t do
to get you to reverse course
or refuse to consider
what had surely seemed so promising before.
I don’t know if I changed perfume
or insulted your religion
or complained too loudly
when you bit me
splitting my lip.
But what seemed so meaningful
that which had given days their spice
will-o’-the-wisp receded into the dark.
It is what it is
I’ll miss you
and the opportunity to be
your interest initially presented
but I won’t miss my memories and hopes
of the possibility of an us.
They stay with me still,
your hints as allegations notwithstanding.