you still touch.
drumming beats onto my knee,
pressing your thigh to mine
the oh-so-casual lean
against my shoulder as you listen
to me.
you bump my side as we walk.
i shy away
touch
has become too much. when
you press against me
i move away
i want to
but will not
touch you.
but your easy reach for my body
has not disappeared
you hug tightly and
won't let go.
i cringe.
squeeze back, and run.
closeness is only pain.
you left, staring
through the windows on the train,
hands pressed against the glass
as you gazed at me.
i return your stare
but do not wave
i run
as soon as the train has passed.
i try
to forget the look
on your face.
No comments:
Post a Comment