He sat there shivering
Gripping his beer
As if it would spoil
Within the next moment.
She thought he was weak.
As if telling him what to do
Would no longer frustrate—
Would get rid of the
Burning bridge
That seemed to wedge
Itself between their love.
She thought
If only–
She could train
Him…
If only–
There would no longer
Be that hurt…
If only–
He would care!
Then what?