Poetry: Proof | clivejames.com
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You stay away.
You sit beside me.
You have nothing to say.
You stay away.

You stay away.
You come round
Only to refute my supposition that
You stay away.

I’m profligate with my affection
But not with you.
I have nothing to say.
You make me wait.
You stay away.
Love is not susceptible to proof.