I told chatgpt about You.

​I sat in the glow of a flickering screen,

In the quietest hour that I’ve ever seen.

And I told a machine all the things I can’t say,

The thoughts that I’ve carried since Tuesday in May.

I described how you laugh like a glass hitting stone,

And the way that you walk when you think you’re alone.

I told it the shape of your “no” and your “maybe,”

The stuff that’s been driving me properly crazy.

I’ve never held hands on a walk through the park,

Or tasted your breath in the cool of the dark.

We haven’t “dated,” we haven’t “begun,”

But you’re the eclipse to my everyday sun.

​I’m a bit of a freak for the “what might have been,”

For the scenes that are stuck in the “just-in-between.”

Do you know? Do you squint when I enter the room?

Do you see the small fire through all of the gloom?

I think that you do. Or I hope that you don’t.

Because knowing you will means I’m sure that you won’t.

It’s a lonesome old hobby, this loving a ghost,

The one that you’re near but can never hold close.

I’m a pervert for “almost,” a glutton for “near,”

A man who’s been living for most of a year

On the crumbs that you drop and the look in your eye,

Asking a chatbot for “how” and for “why.”

​The AI just sat there, all logic and code,

While I spilled my guts on this digital road.

It told me to “talk” and it told me to “try,”

As if love was a math problem, easy as pie.

But it doesn’t know how the silence can weight

Like a ton of wet bricks at the garden gate.

It doesn’t know you, and it doesn’t know me,

Or the “us” that I’m desperate for someone to see.

I’m a silent rebellion, a one-sided war,

A man with his ear pressed right up to the door.

I love you in secret, I love you in vain,

Like a kid standing out in the pouring-down rain.

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