Your back
Faces me
Like the backs of chairs
In a schoolroom
I wait
(Not wanting to ask)
For your attention
I appreciate your discretion
Obviously
But
You could have worked on subtlety
I wanted—
But you must know
The feelings
You provoke
Your back faces me
Like a blank wall
I know my departing shadow
Won't make an impact
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3 comments:
I loved this one! What a peculiar scenario for the narrator to be in but a very interesting position. Unfortunately sad. Although, you never know if the narrator will one day indeed ask.
I quite like this, Emlyn! I'm a bit hesitant regarding the first simile--like the "backs of chairs" sounds somewhat rough, somewhat unpolished in its execution. But it gets the job done. Overall, a triumph.
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