Looking Glass - Revisited

I wanted to burn in the most natural way.

And, worse, you let me.

I don’t doubt that you loved me, sometimes,

Curling your fingers around mine as you stared at me over the lip of your coffee cup when you thought people couldn’t see us.

Telling me how I was your favourite sin

While calling me your Sweetheart

And telling me that you hated the girl who I knew

still had the spare key to the back door of your heart

because she treated you so badly that you just couldn’t get her off your mind.

We ended just as quickly as we began:

All long paragraphs of text message and sleepless nights and handwritten poems.

When you began calling off dates, I assured you it was okay.

When you blamed it on my poor health, I did not cry.

And I comforted myself with the thought that maybe we were just parallel lines, You and I:

So much in common, and yet no way of ever truly meeting.