She says, as I picture her kissing the Neck of a female coworker With whom she had recently started A flirtatious friendship
“We’ll play it by ear”
Scratches on the cluttered chalkboard That is my anxious mind Riddled with equations of what ifs And ramblings of aftermaths
“It’ll work out”
Isn’t as reassuring as it might seem When I want nothing more than to witness a fantasy That is scribbled in a weekly calendar And only committed to by word of mouth
“what else could I say”
Is a fair point, but one that falls silent on my lust which seems to be manifesting as a smoky devil with obsessive compulsive disorder
“And if it doesn’t happen, oh well”
Are easy words for her to say Considering the amount of fantasies she has fulfilled Since we have started this journey Of debauchery, and self-esteem adjustments
“At least we have each other”
The most comforting thing she has said on the topic, Yet I wonder Am I enough for you…