I wrote this poem on May 3, 2008, to express my sadness that the man I loved was not capable of commitment. He offered love, but not fidelity.

I
escape
from
him.

A man
who is never
ready to be one.

Never ready
to choose one.

I
am tired
of not being
one with each other.

I
am weary.

I want marriage.
I want to be one.

I
feel love,
but
I am still alone.

I am not
all one.
I am
alone.

He
thinks he knows all.
He knows only some.

He keeps himself
in pieces.

He belongs
everywhere
and nowhere.

He is also
never
one.