you’re a predator
the tone was vehement
voice trembling
you prey on people like me
single mothers
vulnerable
you think it’s ok
just seduce and then piss off
at a hint of involvement
a fucking predator
he held her while she sobbed
into his shoulder
wondered:
am I?
is that what I do?
thought about the ache of months
since he had held someone
since he had held her
why had he come here today?
she struck him a light blow
of fist into shoulder
moved away from him
why did you come here today
you bastard?
he looked past her
to the wall
breathed an apology
stepped through the door to leave
heard her voice
no
the sound of weeping
© Frank Prem, 2002
Frank Prem Poetry 
This is reeking with sadness and confusion one faces in a relationship. We are broken down and torn apart so many times in our lives that opening yet to another person makes us feel very guarded.
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Yes, I think it’s a sad poem, also.
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That was different…
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Blast from the past, R.
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I disagree…Frank has been preparing us (himself?) for something like this for a while now…it does fit with other puzzle pieces.
Again food for my mind, tnx!
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