She wants more than

I do.

I know not

What to say.

She remains optimistic,

I am but pessimistic.

This old flame

Burned out for me

Long ago.

You had a chance,

You remained

Exactly what

I don't want.

My cup for her

Runneth,

Not over.

It spills on the side,

As I runneth away.

08/13/2008

Author's Note: ... I never go out with old flames...

Posted on 08/13/2008
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