Limpet

Perhaps it's a cliché but I’m sure
I’m giving away more than I’ve done before:

Darts in the rafters, keeping score,
Craftier baskets lined the corridor.

Then the sweetest gesture of all—
How could I help but fall, and turn the
Token standoff into a war


A trick of the angle, that was all;
Hoping the move was invitational

And if you’d ask me to I would
Happily help disturb the neighbourhood

Still the thing that weighs on my mind:
That was was the cruellest bind, but I would
Gladly live it over again


And if I should spend another day
On this hopeless endeavour
(Will it never end?),

Will I only just intend to say
That I’d adore you forever
If you’d condescend

When there’s a will, but there is just no way
of forcing something to happen
or quelling the fire in my heart

Last chances discarded
Warning signs disregarded
I looked and you were gone