you could have
slowed
waited
let the dust
settle
before you
demanded
wanted
whined
i wasn't
a possession
i wasn't
a prize
to covet
i was in pain
and i suppose
that might
have been
awfully
inconvenient
couldn't
love you
the way
you
wanted
so you left
in silence
like it wasn't
the dust of your
impulsive
impatience
settling on me
like fiberglass
like concrete