Poem: It Might Have Been Too Much

It Might Have Been Too Much

or the wrong way to go,
might be a bit unkind of me,
the game beneath
one nobody wants to play,
not even me, really.
I would be better off
if it weren't complicated this way,
weren't a sideways approach.
It may be nothing, though,
may do nothing, say nothing,
may just be left unnoticed,
and even if it is absorbed,
what good is there?
I don't want to discuss it
or I would have done that
in another way.
I am waiting to be understood
without having to communicate.

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