Isn’t my fleeting attention fickle,
though for all the attempts,
for all the ails and artifice,
she’s yet to do more than nod,
‘n maybe that’s just the way she is,
maybe that’s just the flow of her,
but I tried, ma’am,
I reached and wrote from the rote,
but we still ain’t had much,
much more than the meet and greet.
but then there’s another,
‘n she’s got jokes for me,
‘n explanations that she needn’t explanate,
‘n smiles,
‘n just…
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the winter is cold, ma’am,
and for all the good will in the book,
it’s been a time since I been touched,
‘n touchin’s got its own appeal.
You’re smart, ma’am,
talented, and beautiful,
but you ain’t given me much more than time of day,
‘n she’s sweet ‘n earnest,
‘n holds her own in wit.
‘n I’m still torn,
’cause I don’t wanna lead you on,
‘n I don’t…
it just ain’t enough, ma’am,
it ain’t enough,
I’m gonna try.
I tried.
I’m sorry.
