please don't go
don't go without a compliment
don't unaffirm statements unspoken,
say you're going to miss me--
please say something.
I just need a glance, an inside joke,
a shared language of pregnant concepts
unborn and not fully fleshed until
wicked time seeps in after closing doors behind.
Why won't you give me what I desperately
need, and will gladly glance back in your direction?
I don't want demons of doubt
dividing my brain and invading and escaping
and hopelessly diverting rational thought
until I see you again...
You can stop my self-inflicted psychologically
friendly fire with a glimmer
of any pale flame with my name in it.
Give me hope before I take it anyway.