When you left the room tonight it wasn’t the first time
You had seen me coming. That would have been
In Starbucks more than five years ago.
At that time you involved me in a game of chicken
By staring into my eyes. What you said was that you
Couldn’t hold the stare but wanted to practice
On me anyway. What you didn’t know was that
Your eyes were a universe unto themselves
In which to get lost, and when I told you so
You felt betrayed and so the spell was broken.
Have you heard of the lake of shame,
The one such as I fell into, and do you know my hurt
That you never reached down your hand to help me out?May 2005
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