I ache in your absence
which is really fucking stupid,
if you ask me
– which you didn’t –
because you ask after me
only when convenient
in my presence
when in sight
when you think of it
while I ask after you
always.

Not that I say it to you
‘cuz I don’t play like that.
That’s not appropriate.
It ain’t sophisticated.
It’s not how I roll.
I ache in your presence
but I’d never advise you of that fact
or speak to you at all
because,
you know,
what am I:
an adult?

I wish you were here
I wish we could talk.
I wish I had balls.