don't let her say it
she asked me nicely four times,
but I cannot listen to falsities
such as the ones that fall from her deep, full lips.
and I wait now
for the time when she realizes me,
for that is nothing here and now,
I am nothing here and now
not to her.

It's alright (this is reassurance,
which just happens to be one of my reflexes)
and I am still left wondering
why she cannot see
what I have put plainly before her eyes.