By Sammy Ginsberg
For a moment
I thought I touched
someone kindred
who understood,
I thought he would be
the one to say yes
to sit at cafes with
to think about things with
to stay up all night writing scripts with
to go to small plays with awkward names with
to laugh at everything with
to write poems about nothing with
to share everything with
to hide away and pretend with
to sip tea from the pot with
to talk about books with
to adventure with
to experience what I've feared with
to simply be with
but, I was wrong.
with no answer, and no reason ever to see him again,
other than I wanted to,
I could never explain in words,
that all i really wanted was simple.
I wanted to say yes.
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