Friday, March 30, 2018

TIDINGS

The worst thing in the world
is the feeling
of having treated you

correctly. As in:
exactly
how I needed to—

mirror of my moods,

arrows for my bow,

(to have
and to hold,

then
pull back—and let go).

Now,
I can't tell you

what it is
you still mean to me,

because I no longer
want you

to know.