An Angry Proposal

I tried

to be accommodating,

understand the circumstance,

yet instead

provide a solace that might

help you to recognize

not an ill bone in my body

when knowing you,

when holding your love in my mind.


I cried

as anyone naturally might,

when everything I breathed and imagined,

felt the old oak of a slamming door,

the one that spoke of


the words suggesting


a fear of unkind words.


I wanted

to recall the truth,

the hundreds of drafts

I put aside,

they were never me,

and yet,

I couldn’t help beat myself up,

for projecting

such a cold soul,

a disconnect heart,

whom could I possibly be



I wanted to tell you how I felt,

yet feared my losing you – ironic


Published by a quiet man

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