Erred

You showed me your tattoo.
You read me your poetry.
You took me to your special place
at night
in the dark
where things can get
scary.

We were alone
and I thought it meant something
– it did to me.

But I suppose
these sorts of things
mean less
to you.

I suppose
I meant less
to you.

I am terribly sorry
that I misconstrued.

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About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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