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absolutely and totally bizarre
beyond comprehension
is the way that you mention
me in passing, the way that the tension
builds inside of me when you're there
the way i know, you know, it's going nowhere.

and it doesn't matter at all, since we
both understand
it isn't the plan
you're not my man, never was, never will be.
and anyhow, that's not really what we want, is it?

exchange that common language of the world with me
i will still run to his arms
you will still sing in bars
and we'll wink at each other on those sunday mornings
and not quite regret that glaring difference between us.

i really don't.
(your love songs could be for me, but i smile because of him.)