You took my very private fantasy
And suggested I share it
On Hello Poetry
For all to see.

But it's for you, I protested.
For you and only you!
From me!
Is there anything left
Of that glorious We?

Maybe. I try to believe.
But then I look over -
You're never looking at me.
Not anymore.
Not claiming me as yours
The way you used to,
When you'd close and lock
The door.
And drop your boxers on the floor
Always hungry and
Coming back for more.

I can't pinpoint the moment
It began,
But this kind of nonchalance
And easy indifference
To my simmering circumstance
And my dark coutenance
Are like acid
Slowly disintegrating
My desire for....
Consciousness
And I feel ambition to Love
To Live
To Give
And Believe -
No more.