Unrequited Love

Amongst the a.t.m. receipts in my wallet

I gotta ticket           of unrequited love

 

It’s not as simple as the a.t.m receipts, you see —

like you could punch the numbers on the terminal

 

and hit the Green Key for “Here she comes” —

 

She never came out for me

 

even though she’d signed that ticket

with a blue felt-tip pen, and made promises

she would never keep.

 

Unrequited love, I miss you

even though you may have sung me in songs

 

your hopeless muse.

 

If you really have decided to void that ticket,

the time period has expired            f.y.i.

 

and there is nothing you can do about it now

 

You’ll stay larger than life

and me — your audience, holding on to that ticket —

looking like those a.t.m receipts

wit their thermal ink….

 

f a d i n g

 

every passing day

 

as I strive to rub you off my memory

 

and punch numbers, to make a living.

 

Unrequited love, I miss you.


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