you really only tolerated me.

you never seemed to notice
the things I did to try
to get your attention.

if I raged
you were indifferent.
if I cried
you were exasperated.
if I reached out
you drew back.

you never called me sweetheart
or baby
or honey
or sugar
or love
or anything
except my given name
of which I was never really fond.

but you called me a poet
before I ever picked up a pen.

just said it
as if it were a simple fact;
the sky was blue
the tree was tall
and I was a poet.

and that is why
whatever else passes between us
I will always love you.

09/11/2005

Posted on 05/29/2007
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