Forgiven


Forgive me for preferring conversations made
with eyes,
rather than the meaningless lull that comes
from parted lips.
And forgive me if I disappear after one
encounter,
I seemingly drop off the face of the earth
after one exchange
of knowledge, of wisdom, of life.
Call me selfish, I leave in order to not destroy
such a beautiful moment,
destined to be ruined by the empty
interactions that surely would have followed.
I seek not disappointment, most likely you as well.
Contentment is so hard to come across,
why risk stripping it of the euphoria
it brought?
Forgive me for preferring conversations
made with eyes,
but they make it easier to leave.
And forgive me if I disappear after one encounter,
but I think you will find
that you agree
it is better that way.

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