The last time we kissed

wasn't really a kiss
more like a swing
and a miss

And the last "I love yous" we traded
left me broken and jaded

Said clear and true from the bottom of my suddenly desperate heart
returned with a squeak and a mumble
why you bothered to make a sound at all?

As if any louder and you might be heard all the way to Washington

Have no fear, no one heard what you hardly said
not even I, five feet away
standing in my threshold

That you had just crossed

And the last time we talked, it wasn't really a talking
just more of the same
one of us reaching out and the other one walking

I'm so heartbroke of longing for kisses
of half ass "I love yous" and near misses
I've no conclusion because my love has no end
like a poem unfinished, leaving an empty
hopeful curious and...