Wasted Love


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
If only–
There would no longer
Be that hurt
If only–
He would care!
Then what?


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