He asked me to open up,
So I unfolded like a rose —
A vibrant bloom in the corner of a loud café
Stories spilled like honey,
Slow and golden,
Meant to be shared
Feeling safe in his imaginary
Capable hands
I thought he could hold this
I wove him into every thread —
My laughter at the piano,
The way I pictured his lips
Pulling me closer on the couch
I was building a scene,
And he was in every frame
He said,
You only care about yourself.
Don’t you want to know anything…
…about me?
I said — Yes.
So much. So deeply.
Weren’t you listening?
Remember the list
Of questions I brought to you
On the first date —
Notes folded on the table
Like a small offering
Questions I tried to ask you
But he said that wasn’t real enough
He wanted organic spontaneity
Almost mourning being forgotten
In the light of his own shadow
I apologized.
Of course I did.
But he admitted —
He was baiting me
Setting traps of silence
Just to see if I’d fall in
Pass his test
He didn’t want to be known
He wanted to be missed.
Not understood —
Only pitied
And still,
I carry the one question
I meant to ask
Still wondering
What was the aria that played
In his proud blackened heart
While I was trying so hard
To sing what was only
A duet of darkness
Drowning in his insouciance
© GÄ
Poétique 