My Plea Ignored

When we are
not together,

we forget
each other.

We agreed;

we can
forget each other.

You
defeated a religion today.

I prayed.

I prayed.

Is there
anything more that I can give

more than
my entirety—because

some say I
am a soul, but a soul;

others, a
stone—numb, hard, unfeeling . . .

Not now, I
said . . .

If he loves
me the least bit not,

let me know
not of it today . . .

another day
perhaps, another lie—

think up
another lie,

but not
tonight.

But
mercilessly the crash came.

Even with
all the things assumed and presupposed.

He loves me
not

tonight.