|photo by author, Red Moon, Myrtle Beach, S.C., 10.14|
another year passed,
who knew i'd be writing poetry,
thanks to a college boyfriend,
who really wasn't a boyfriend.
he kissed me once and
gave up without a word,
cut me out, cut me up,
a cowardly boy,
who mistook hesitance for rejection.
the angst reached its expiration,
i thank him for the inspiration,
a much belated gift
for an opportunity missed.