When did you stop
being curious of me?
When did my words
turn bitter for your taste?
When did you
not want to pull on
my questions
hanging by threads?
_ I still wonder about your dreams
as if they were mine to fulfil. _
I am forever curious of you,
I still want to know
everything about you
and more,
and more,
and some more.
Do you really not
want to know anymore?