I Know You Do Not Feel Anything In Some Of My Lines Poem by RIC BASTASA

i accept my defeat in knowing you
i get the shake of your left hand
as you keep the other
safe and sound in your pocket
i can sense the hesitation
in your tongue that utters
some doublespeaks again

in your 'how do you do? '
I will always respond with 'i am fine'
but deep within this brief
exchange of lines i know you do not
feel anything anymore in the last two
lines that i utter

i hint that what you like most is
'goodbye, i am leaving'
and you do not show any sign
of holding my arms
your right hand is still in your
pocket playing with the coin
that you toss:
it's the tail this time
and i lose