Unheeded Needs

Cleaning out the closet
You reluctantly lent me
As I have done
Before and before.
Sorting through drawers
Of couture you cautiously bought me,
Deeming which suits are unsuitable
for the next low rent room
I'll inhabit.

Vowing to change my habits
And not love so hard,
Envelope so tightly,
Fight so righteously
or riotously.

To not neglect the specter of dreams,
To recognize them as reflections of me
When they come
and sum up their unconscious puzzles
of unheeded needs.

It seems I cease to realize if I leap
I will likely fall.
If I love too powerfully,
it will probably fail.

Still, I can't ignore
The faint odor of your perfume
That lingers on my clothes
As for the very last time
I close your door.