Perhaps
You just hated my ways
A kindness offered mistaken
for a deep friendship
expectation the human sin
A wait almost a demand for a wish
That first sense of being unwanted
yet the human soul's endless quest
For what it held faith in
And then a faint recognition
That it didnt matter
Even to say goodbye
Perhaps
I am guilty
of unquestioned trust
crossing forbidden boundaries
of reaching beyond strangerhood
of seeking what was not offered
of taking freedom of an outburst
as if known and known
of trying to share unasked
of mistaking a polite gesture
for a lifelong bond.
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