the Guessing Game

i wish you’d

miss me or say

some such,

make me feel

that i too

matter, to you

at times,

maybe, more…

can’t you make out

that i need to be told

and like not the conjectures

that twist out of sight

as soon as i think i’ve grasped them

and leave me guessing

what is and find

myself flooded by maybes, mights,

could bes and can bes.

give me a lil something

that’s real

and can be held on to.

don’t be so stingy,

you can afford to give away

a lil bit of yourself

every now

and then.

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6 Responses to the Guessing Game

  1. rashmenon says:

    @andy: happy to see that you like it 🙂

  2. rashmenon says:

    @anaslense: 🙂 glad to see the like 🙂

  3. rashmenon says:

    @ Photo Botos: 🙂 thank you 🙂

  4. Shweta says:

    Awww Ive been told Im stingy 😦 🙂

  5. rashmenon says:

    @adollyciousirony: 🙂 thank you;i appreciate the like 🙂

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