Happenstance
by Joanne Marisa Leow
How can it be
even in the wildest of your dreams
that loving me
makes you consider
(even for the briefest moment)
leaving her
(after six years for six weeks)
i cannot believe that.
and although i delude myself
into sharing intimate moments
with you,
(phones ring)
i realise
they
are not mine at all to share
not mine at all
and as loving is not wanting
(or trying not to)
in your eyes
i am far from wise
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