We would’ve been so happy together,
Had we sat
And talked
And listened.
But we were both selfish
And needed the other to beg,
But we’ve never been beggars.
But now
Your heart is colder.
Were I to lift a plastic cup and beg
For your affections,
I’m sure,
You would show your empty pockets,
Shrug with forced sympathy
And continue on your way.