Poem: off again

did i ever tell you
that any of that
                mattered
or that
       holding out hope
is what i do best?

with your barely open gates
closing and
your once flirtatious musing
silenced you
look at me
          differently and
see another friend
                  ending
this dance
          again
ending this
          dance
again
          But,

didn't you tell me that

you don't dance?

-- doug smith