Saturday, December 26, 2020

I Like You


 It will not end well, they said. You are rich

she is not. She will marry you for your money.


I was besotted. I pursued her. She was not interested.

"Will you paint my front door", I asked. She agreed.


For the next week, she was with me everyday 

I’d pile her with food. She’d paint.


“I like you”, I finally confessed. “I like you too”, she replied.

“But not that way. There is too much I want to do.”


She won a scholarship and went off to study art

I still stand at the threshold, hoping she will return.

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