Suspicious of Motive

He said, “Hello. I’ve been wanting to meet you.
And maybe we could spend some time — us two?”
She said, “Uh-huh. I’ve heard all this before, man.
‘Cause you don’t really know me, now – do you?

So many guys go hunting on the weekends.
Another trophy – just another deer —
Well, dude: you take your rifle and keep walking:
You’ll find no easy stragglers ’round here.”

He said, “It’s not like that. It’s disconcerting
To be dismissed, and never get to try
To see if you and I could be, well, something.
But it’s your choice, of course. And so – goodbye.”

A choice: a couple minutes, one brief chat —
Our chances come and then they’re gone, like that.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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