In the Library

sitting for hours

and I waited for something to happen

tired and agitated
I lifted my flowers and sticky fingers

arranged, into to gentler
and more efficient
bouquets

I left through the weighted silence
that pulled on the room
like gravity
which couldn’t go unnoticed

before leaving, making my small contribution
that was modest,
mediocre, humble
saving a tree and shutting off a light
a bumble bee and it worked

I thought you were more like other females I understood perfectly

And you werent
and thats what I wanted

split teeth in romance,
empty gaps not in lack

I wanted to touch my nose against
yours

and I would have to recognize ours might not fit so perfect

so whilst I imagined

my backlight dimmed
and I was more certain
that I was what I wanted
to be liked by others
And not remain Hidden