BLACK — INTERMEZZO (2)

You never let me get closer.
You were always on the other side of the light.
Your presence was a distance in a suit.
Your smiles belonged elsewhere.
For me, you only had “right” and “wrong.”
I begged for “at least once” — and it was too much.
I no longer beg today.
Only occasionally I click and the cold returns.
I place the phone face down.
And I go to the warmth that is real.