You looked at me again tonight
like you did before
and I felt something change
that I didn’t expect.
I’d told myself to forget you.
To move on, to leave
but I couldn’t help myself, again
and I was back there
in that place I’d found so safe
yet so unsure.
You’re so transparent, but
so much more unclear.
I started to understand the facts –
its not just me
its just as much your confusion
clouding the issue.
Still, do I expect too much
from what we had?
Or do you expect too little
from me?

© Sally McLean 1997

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