Closure

I just want the have-not;
I want null in zero-sum.
I want the empty right down to the bone,
All things hallowed undone.

Sweet thing,
You and I are still so young.

My whole life 
You were the one I waited for;
You simply pass by.

I won’t wait here anymore
In the storm outside your open door.

I gave up on love
When love wrung me out and rocked me shut.
I gave up on feelings and dreams,
And juvenile things.
The lover and poet and martyr in me.

Darling, I was half asleep.

But when you walked in that first day,
Soft-spoken,
Immaculate,
Unmatchable, 
You were unlike anything 
I could ever dream.

Everything else dropped dead;
Everything precipitated 
Into a forgotten periphery.

I knew you because you were a part of me;
The piece you’ll never get to see.

Please, just
Don’t speak.

I won’t say much when we must meet; 
I won’t let my hand catch yours from beneath,
Or brush the length of your dress, 
Pressing against your crossed leg, 
Half-way met
In the open door you left.

And we’ll talk until 
We’ve talked enough.

(It’s been so long since I was touched.)

I'll be gone to somewhere else next year,
A new life.
You will still be here;    
You’ll leave in your own time.
One day you'll be a wife.

I swear, innocent temptress, 

I might have made you mine.

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