For Paul

A Poem by Abigail Alliah

I don't miss you.
What you show is far from what I have come to know.
You're not what I'd hoped for
and I don't think I could trust you.

But you're quite intriguing, I'll admit.
Its not what I'd have imagined, whatever you'd call it.
Nor do I know if plants our seeds.
You're not what I have hoped for,
but you're certainly something I need.
Although its for every good-time-contributor, its true,
I miss you.