Last Year Epilogue

My eyes have fled With words I've read. His words. Oh, how I gobbled them up Like oysters, Quick and metallic. Thick with effort In attempts of stepping On his tongue. A cruel hang up. One web, Half spun. One threat, Three flights up When he's praying to God On the last step. Is this what everybody wants. Would he still find me beautiful When the bitterness Of time and unrequited love Tugs at the tautness of my lips. Would he remember me as An eager child, Hungry for knowledge Who never got full. A tragic child Who cried in public And waited for embraces That would never come. It took a lot to face him And now I cannot look away Even if it kills me. And for him to kill this Half hearted simpleton Would be a relief to us all.