End Game Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

End Game

Asking for your support
not your agreement
I looked into your eyes
Seeing rejection
your stare blank and cold
our connection was untied

Your words became hollow
your touch nondescript
new distance did we share
Alone while together
the ending in sight
—finality laid bare

(Dreamsleep: July,2023)

Monday, July 10, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: july,rejection
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