Every time I see him in passing.

Perhaps he didn't mean it

when he told me I looked sexy.

Perhaps his ring weighs heavier

on his mind than his eyes

on my body.

Or perhaps not at all

does he intend any harm,

or that he only meant it

in passing, like a greeting.

But perhaps isn't solid,

and provides no foundation.

So I am left to sink

in my perverse supersitions

deep into the darkness of the grave

that I continue to dig

with the dreaded word

perhaps.