At Least I Was...Into It, Intimately

Never again will I take you...
Upon heights of my once forbidden flights,
Of romance and fancy.
Just to hear you say.
You've become bore with my insight.
As if I was making a donation and not love,
For the nights we have been together.

And you leave me 'there',
With nothing from within you to share.
I thought you cared...
Since we were intimate.
At least I was...
Into it.
Intimately!

But I know too well now,
I was just your experience.
And it was not,
One you have chosen to repeat!

Nor would you admit that to me.
And all that you could say,
Is a wish we could remain friends.

'Goodnight.'

Wow.
Yeah. ..
Thanks.

You have a...
Good night too!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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