you wanted it, you asked for it
here it is.
the reflection of your face
staring back at you.
some things just were never meant to happen
and, maybe, who am i to say?
what should or shouldn't be.
but you have to admit
it's silly to keep trying to be casual and capricious
because
you don't want me
and i..
well..
i don't know what i want.
but there are things you don't know
can never, will never,
know about me.
and i have no reasonable license to share them
so they'll have to remain without explanation or extrapolation.
there's no way i could sleep simply in your bed
(i think you know there must be a purpose)
(or an excuse)
because we don't know each other that well.
and, most likely, never will.
i don't expect your path to bend to meet mine
it's possible you could be there
and when i survey a room, sure.
you're one of the faces i could find
arguably more important than some of the rest.
but some things just will not happen
despite how synchronicity seems to insist they ought to
and you know this much better than i,
having seen how people are inclined to revolve around each other
and come to each other in logistically predictable ways.
it makes me feel a little silly
because there's no history to suggest
that i lie in your arms content.
only the inherent possiblity
of chance meetings
because in a small space,
things often overlap.


ha, tag. how's that for tacky?