~It Wasn't Ours To Pin~

It was between women's studies and philosophy
that I could see the whites of his eyes.

-when you interrupted he was right there.

You couldn't have timed my wait with that precision without help.

And I feel like blaming it on the moon.
It has always been a playa' in the discord of my chi.

So I spoke of life as though you were no longer part of it.
And in some awkward string of syllables you said you were sorry.
But I knew you weren't. Not really.

And like it always was -if your timing had been better, we may have made good of it.
But we didn't.

We danced around with formality.
Never pinning down the moment.

November 13, 2008