and she asked,
very matter of fact,
if I could
ever love her.
I said of course
I love her,
but my heart is someone else's.
she took this in stride
and we drank coffee,
silent for a second,
naked in the kitchen.
why don't you
call her and tell her,
she chimes.
I've tried,
but she doesn't love me,
I say.
and so I now know
how she feels,
to love some
who doesn't love you back
the same way.