There was an emptiness in your eyes that recoiled when called by name.
Shrinking at the mere thought of having to give me more.
Any more of you.
It was obvious that I had become painful to look at,
let alone love another day.
There was a part of me whose arms grew weary with each unresponsive touch; reaching habitually for familiar territory. Wanting to believe I could not be that repulsive.
Certainly there was something in me that wooed the inner you.
I withdrew, craving what only you should be giving me; weakened by every advance beckoning me across crowded empty rooms.
You wouldn’t hold me and you wouldn’t let me go.
not in denial but by happenstance.
Still, rising waters reminding me that I was wanted by someone(s),
My meeting the unspoken needs of others,
without effort or malintent forever drained me.
It still does.