Other Men
By Cathy Roberts
October 6, 1981
I force myself to think about other men.
My thoughts forever return to you.
A hope, a cruel, senseless hope lingers in my heart,
You will decide you still want me,
And we will be happy.
I am hard on myself.
When the halls are empty,
I go to your office and press close against the door.
I try to feel your spirit.
I will do anything to be near you.
Every morning I look for your car
To park as close as possible to you.
I am hard on myself.