Do not love me.
Do not count the ways
Do not sigh
Do not swoon
Do not pine.
Do not memorize
my freckles
The curve of my smile
The lilt of my laughter
The cadence of my voice
Do not wait anxiously
for my call
For my text
For my pic
Do not plan to be with me
This weekend
Next weekend
Next month
Do not listen to the radio
And, hearing a love song,
Think about the so-called
“Us”
You be you
I’ll be me
And we shall
Each of us
Be content.
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