One Thing

Whispered to him

In a tragic sense of irony

He wouldn’t understand

If he had 7 generations

Of wits about him.

I wanted him to show me

One thing

That would prove to me

He was worth

Something as valuable

As my time.

Something as precious

As my attention.

Something as rare

As my touch.

One thing

I longed for

He could give me

I couldn’t give myself.

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