You'd never ask me for help again,
but she did.
She asked me to make transparent
the things we said we'd do,
how you'd park his truck
at the end of the street,
and meet me just outside the reaching
halo of inconsistent light.
She asked if it were only things
we said, and of course received,
"No, we had full intentions to carry
them out, only something always
stood in our way."
Next she ignored my apologies,
and I doubt we'll speak again.
Just like you and I's last exchange.