Poem: I Do Not Want Him to Know
I Do Not Want Him to Know
so I will put it someplace else
where his gaze cannot reach,
not that it is a secret
but somehow, it feels wrong,
feels like a theft, perhaps,
an interference. He might not agree.
It might be a thing he would enjoy,
if he even knew. I cannot say
if he would know. All of it
is my assumptions. What else
do I have? What else is there
but for the inference
that is best given circumstance
and the limited information available?
I am making a choice that is prudent, maybe?
It does not change the compromising involved,
does it? I suppose some would say not to care,
that it is cowardice. I suppose that is true, in a way,
but I am not worried for any reason
beyond the desire not to cause him upset.
I do not think I have a reason. I think it is fine
if I am correct that I do not have a reason.
It would be nice to feel more certain,
but I am not so sure of most things.
I should be accustomed to that. Maybe
some things can never be that familiar.
so I will put it someplace else
where his gaze cannot reach,
not that it is a secret
but somehow, it feels wrong,
feels like a theft, perhaps,
an interference. He might not agree.
It might be a thing he would enjoy,
if he even knew. I cannot say
if he would know. All of it
is my assumptions. What else
do I have? What else is there
but for the inference
that is best given circumstance
and the limited information available?
I am making a choice that is prudent, maybe?
It does not change the compromising involved,
does it? I suppose some would say not to care,
that it is cowardice. I suppose that is true, in a way,
but I am not worried for any reason
beyond the desire not to cause him upset.
I do not think I have a reason. I think it is fine
if I am correct that I do not have a reason.
It would be nice to feel more certain,
but I am not so sure of most things.
I should be accustomed to that. Maybe
some things can never be that familiar.
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