because you are/not

because you are not

half-right

Friday-night

hookups and you haven’t got that

maybe-never

heartstring-severing glance;

you are not fire or

flame or

desire or

games you are just the tiniest bit

there.

because you are

open-armed

Tuesday-morning hugs before

breakfast and when you look at

me I can see the

half-rhymes floating between your

retinas and I can’t help but

wonder if I look like poetry to

you.

by somebody_else
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