Prey

The stripes stand out,

But they better be Looking.

Unnoticed; no-head-start

You can call it a Booking;

An appointment to kill his prey in Wait.

Once-he has the jump

It’s-already too-late.

I CAN’T EVEN

She’s so quick to anger.

And like, I literally can’t Even.

Whenever it happens,

I just feel like Leavin’.

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She thinks I’m the problem.

Something’s always Wrong.

So I shut down,

And I be Gone.

Again, like I literally can’t even.

Like, we’re worlds apart.

Said, But Not Heard, Yet, Consciously.

We speak these words,

But we don’t yet know Voice.

It’s no one’s fault.

There wasn’t a Choice.

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What-we’re-not-yet quite-hearing

Are the memories of Talks,

The times of shared laughter,

And the difficult Talks.

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With deeper chats,

We’re-so-close but not There.

It’s like a bubble,

And we’re not quite Aware…

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What Could Have Been

I knock on doors, a lot.

Sometimes no one’s home.

Often, someone’s home, but doesn’t hear me knocking.

Often too, someone’s home, but chooses not to open the door. I wonder about these people and their reasons for not opening the door, and I move on wondering about the missed window of opportunity for myself and for those who chose not to open the door.