Expectations
When you touch me:
Sliding-by,
I have to get to the refrigerator,
Inadvertent, unpremeditated,
You’re in my way.
I hope for renewal.
When you look at me:
Downward or sideways or piercing,
With stealth and my curiosity that follows,
Even when I’m not really sure you are seeing me kind of gaze.
I sometimes imagine you want me.
When we trade words:
Terse exchange of schedules,
Concise and demanding,
Disappointed, unfocused,
Not gonna talk about that.
I pretend we are newly in love, just trying to figure each other out.
Do I ask too much?
