Anyway

You said you loved me more than cake –

   I doubted your intentions.

You said you longed for me the way

sandpaper longs for knuckles –

   I wondered what this meant.

You said you’d wait for me until

the stars themselves had vanished –

   I thought this quite unlikely.

You said that you had carved our names

across I won’t say where –

   I hoped you used a mirror.

     

I said I did not need the promise of the moon –

   you said I couldn’t have it ‘anyway’.