Corrine

I wanted her to give me an over under,

a colder shoulder or run from cover,

a "no, we're nowhere", or a fun-times lover,

I needed no more of an in between,

is it that that Corrine had seen?

All this talk of depth,

and the lines that find this light wind from our breath

across the table where we break bread to disable the threat

of this ever faint thread of a disconnect,

Had Corrine needed anything else said?

Time only wanted to show our pair,

that it can't just be a start and in end spun with care,

there's a middle, there's a body, and hers was there,

but it's that lack of detail that dug and dared,

stared me down until I found Corrine was nowhere.