The Predator

That man, much older than me

Established in his authority

Presiding confidently 

And me

A great untapped chasm

Of loneliness although I didn’t know it

Yearning for placement

Affection

Touch

Afloat

Not entirely untapped let’s be honest

He said (later)

I was a predator

And I was

Although I didn’t know it

Needy and crying for love

Stronger than thinking

Stronger than niceness 

Let’s 

Be 

Honest

When he tapped me on the shoulder

I did not hesitate

I did not imagine to hesitate

I didn’t know I wasn’t hesitating 

Who’d have thought this gaze

Was On Me

In the end there was not love, it was only loneliness

Heaped upon the other loneliness and not just mine

There are broken things let’s be honest

But I forget that one

Quite utterly

Something reminded me of him just now

it was a cringing thing I saw

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