Out of your high
attic apartment I stepped
I should not have come back
after I had left
For good.
I stood watching
you through the doorway as
you and your roomie sat
eating peanut butter for lunch
(which I had not yet had).
He, like a boy with a baseball,
clutched a tempting orange.
You were hiding behind a smirk
your inconsiderate remarks.
Why is it that I
crave your rudeness
yearn to yell back
and always come back
for more?
Yesterday I lightly stepped
out of your high
attic apartment
not saying goodbye.
