Fig Eater

Tormented by words that you said,

or words I imagined

while lost in thoughts

of a cosmic connection.

You played the game well,

I must say

I was completely deluded

and somewhat persuaded

that it could

be more than simply your need for

dinner and a date

(with figs for dessert).

Did I dream that you

wanted me near you?

Did you smile when I drove

all those miles in the rain?

Perhaps it was just

a bad movie with

an ending no one

could love or digest
when all you really wanted
was to eat figs dipped
in the finest regret.