You

do not rhyme

with me,

and I can see that.

-even from here-

One day I passed you

-or you

passed me-

but only I know

that you did not see

me

-only I know

the difference-

you looked

but did not see.

We do not rhyme,

-you and me-

together

we make

-dissonant-

harmony,

we make

-useless-

eye contact;

we do not

-wish we could-

rhyme,

you and I.

One day I saw you

-not just looked

but saw-

and

it scared me,

the

-obvious-

thoughts

in your head,

the

-unrhyming-

poetry

written on your face,

the

-unfailing-

-unwavering-

-unrelenting-

-untamed-

knowledge

that side

-by-

side,

we do not rhyme.

And so I wrote

-one day-

-one afternoon-

a ballad

for you and me.

It doesn’t rhyme.

It can’t be put to music.

It can’t be

what you might expect,

-never-

but

this is how I am.

Unrhyming.

-sorry-