That is all you can have of me, you said

I said I wanted more,

More, more, more

You didn’t ask me why I did,

perhaps fearing, more,

the reasons as to why you can’t give me

what I wanted, than 

The giving itself 

We watch each other, now,

Circling the “more” that could not be transcended

Hardening , what should have melted our hearts,

sitting in silence, surveying, our mutual “more” 

The more that I wanted and 

The more you did not want to bare 

Sashikala Premawardhane

14 February, 2021

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