Just a little poem an event and my recent catharsis inspired. Please don't be to harsh. I haven't done anything poetry like since HS.

I don’t want you..

You round that bend, dozen paces

Gold hair flowing November wind

Jacket wide, shirt white, tight, motion, not wind

White so late but not you

You in your high season

That white field occupied alive

cold protruding clear

You awaken something uninvited

A span between you and I

a gap halfway

closing fast

Thought arises

Not shame taught well

Knowledge hard earned

Ancient mind desire to seed

nothing to judge nothing to shame

Return to you what you sought of me

Rejection with cause

Hard sigh turned head

Once would you pass?

Another sightless boost to your high

Never considering

Heads lowered left shamed

Desire taken not sought

You see me now when once you did not

Having unwanted returned your gift

My gift to you

Truth

Not shame

Consideration overdue