Him

.
he claims surprise when i speak to him still
though to my silence he replies a clear #*!

there’s no pleasing a stalker, she says,
with an air of familiarity on the subject.
she’s speaking about the little man who
pilfers my air and pinches my words.

i know, i say in reply (lame). still, i feel sorry
for the little man who will never know love.
i feel sad for me too though, all of that time
spending words, crying tears for him, squandered.
.