Parking Lot

I sat with my hands folded in my lap
Waiting for you to make a move
But you didn’t
Because you couldn’t
Even though you wanted to

Perhaps your doubts or your
Self loathing
Or perhaps uncertainty that all our checks
And superficial chemistry amounted
To much

I don’t know
I don’t care
I wish my eyes showed the pain I felt
All I wanted is for our hands
To touch

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