When I approached, you clutched your purse
but robbery was never the mission.

When I tried to hold your hand, you screamed
but sex was not my ambition.

When I knocked on your door, you were skeptical
but for shelter I wasn’t wishing.

When I came to you teary-eyed, you lectured me
but for words I never petitioned.

It’s a shame that you could never envision
that all I ever wanted
was for you
to listen.