She lingers in what has been,
To him a faze.
She hungers for what has been,
To him a bother.
How very asinine of her to have been deluded
By his smile that left her dazed
He sought of her bestie
But to him she’s not
She wants to tell him all that unfolded
All the plans ahead
Met, with a shrug,
She melts away.
Maybe she’s too close for comfort
Or he assumes she’s a gate pot,
Numb to the stab of pain.