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I Crave You More
A Poem
the match lit
and smoke curled in the air
as we stood outside in winter’s chill.
your eyes were elsewhere,
lost in some other world i couldn’t touch,
and you don’t know how much i craved your thoughts.
but you were the closed book,
the one i wanted to steal and break open,
the one that would get away if i wasn’t careful.
i knew i had
only until the last plumes
of that cigarette in your hand.
it would have been so easy
just to admit the words out loud,
but i couldn’t force them out of my mouth.
your attention snagged
on someone exiting the bar —
and of course it was a girl in a mini-dress.
i shoved my hands deeper
in my jacket pockets and wished
i could swap places just once with someone you fancied.
but that was the game, wasn’t it?
i would always want you more and more,
but the feeling would never become mutual.
