Why You Don’t Love Me
Sudden dizziness caused by the quiet revelation
Makes me queasy,
and I feign sleep to hide my face.
The questioning glance draws it out of me
And it’s admitted to the air
As we stare not at each other,
But our reflections
In the window.
A poem I remember writing at university. And one which always needs the claification:
…And why that’s a good thing.