Sometimes people don’t know how to commit. Connect. Communicate.
“Sometimes” people won’t tell you yes or no, they live strictly in maybe,
an island of possibilities,
where everything is their own heart’s desire, and never accounts for anything.
This island exists alone and they sit there without boats or paddles,
never realizing how shipwrecked and stranded they are,
they mask their disingenuous persuasion as
not the right time for a relationship
being too selfless and not wanting to hurt you.
when you met them, it was because you rowed to their island,
or you swam, or you dropped in on a chopper.
You brought a way off that island of solitude and selfishness.
You held out your hand and said “come with me, let’s escape, let’s be free.”
And you watched them hesitate at your outstretched palm,
you saw the longing in their eyes,
you saw how starved they were for love, and affection, connection.
Yet they kept their hands to themselves, as if chained,
by their own indecision, insecurity, inability.
And you turned back once, twice, perhaps even thrice,
each time your offer more distant, softer, becoming faint as you turned to walk away.
Then soon you got into your rowboat, raft, your chopper, or dove back into the ocean to escape, to float away,
and they faded to a tiny speck in the distance, alone again, stranded by their own demands.
In your heart you knew they’d wait for someone new to come to their rescue,
and no matter what, every time, they’d refuse.
