I did not notice that you are still there

Though you know it is me
That I am here a longer time
ahead of you
]
When you arrive
You pretend that
There is no
Presence of me
]

Do you love my absence?
Do you want me
To leave
Or you simply
Want a proof of your importance
]

That I notice you are here
And that it should be
Me first to say hello
to you
]

You always doubt my presence
My unequivocal
Love
]

Will it be you or her?
Or you and
Her?

]

Or just you
It is something till today
An equivocation

Equipoised.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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