wistful thinking
a hollow promise
the fleeting touch of your lips
when no one was looking
clandestine meetings in
out of the way places at
3 in the a.m.
and there i was
wanting to be with you
i overlooked it
thought i was special and not
just a victim
i wasted my tears and my time
i’m addicted to love
and whatever passes for it
here in my mind
Sumayyah Talibah © 28 April 2020
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