Dammit

Dammit,
You’ve done it again.
Just when I decided
to stop thinking about you,
because of all the disappointments
so far.
You walk up to me
and talk to me
as a peer
as an equal.
Of course, you want something.
You want to know what I know.
It’s not much to work with,
but I try.
I explain the announcement
and what I think it means
and what I think we should do.
You listen.
You ask questions.
I try for answers,
but I’m running out
and you are losing interest.
You leave.
I sit here
thinking about you
and every damn reason
we will never be together.