NSA

NSA

I woke to find her staring at me with soft eyes

The weight of feeling took me by surprise.

She tried to turn a kiss goodbye into something more.

The walls bent in angles never seen before.

An Uber could be here in five, I said.

Not the sort of message going through her head, for

She suggested returning for dinner the next day;

I begged off with excuses beyond the fray.

Texts thereafter dripped like sap from a tree

Threatening every last thread of wanting to be free.

Then, a final meeting over coffee one day,

Where she finally saw it was simply just “NSA.”