Too many years too late
you tender impassioned pleas
for understanding, explanations,
second chances, verbal trysting,
alleged face-to-face conversational
opportunities, where I suspect your
vocalizations will have more to do with
efforts to remove my clothing than
my reservations about interacting
with you at any level.
You only get a free pass on trust
once; after that you have to earn it,
if you even get another chance at
that level of intimacy at all.
To be trusted, you must act
That is not being demonstrated
even minimally by you.
Loneliness and disappointment
are inclining you to attempt to put a glow and
a spin on the past that was never there
and never true
because of your carelessness
with my heart.
I won't be enticed in again,
Mister Spider, especially as I
observe your online activity with others
that likely has the same tenor and
intentions as yours with me.
(Posted for Poetry Potluck, "Love and its not being there", 7/31/11)