To make a bit of a change...
A poem I wrote a while back, dug out and dusted tonight...
When I realised we weren’t going to work out
I retraced every step that the two of us took
Watching for signs missed or shadows of doubt
An offhand glance. A studied look.
A drop in the tone of a casual remark
Which was missed at the time; or maybe was not.
I analysed hours spent awake in the dark
Listening to your breath spiral out from the spot
I imagined it to be, since you weren’t really there -
I dreamed that you were and I longed for your touch
And now it’s apparent I wasn’t aware
My dreams were unstable, I asked for too much
Maybe I simply wanted you to see
That I loved you; but you never loved me.