He would cry down the phone
as he told her
how unattached
he was
He would ring incessantly
to repeat
how she may be hurt
should she expect too much
He did his best to destroy
any men who were her friends
While all the time he told her
he did not really care, not yet
He’d move to embrace her
then quickly turn away
Shake hands on being only friends
then engulf her once more
For her he was a curiosity
and she too inexperienced to know
She was darkly fascinated
by his dissonance
The chasm between
his words and actions
And something finally cruel in her
felt small triumph as he’d cry
down the phone to her,
the waiting one
and the one that he’d deny
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