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.