Reassurance Lacking

I miss you is a foreign phrase
in our relationship;
I won’t say it,
you won’t feel it.

I read a quote the other day,
maybe this morning,
or yesterday,
I don’t quite remember now…,
but it said something about
how strange humans were.

How much they want and want
and want and want,
but out of fear or rejection
they won’t say what they want.

I won’t tell you what I want,
at least not directly,
but I will say this…
the words are still lingering
and wrapping you up to
be something I know you’re
not.

Until I can unwrap those
words from around my
neck, I won’t tell you what
I want.

 

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