Presence removed from my room after a night.
As simple as that.
I’ll still respond to your messages, but only because
You asked me for words,
I gladly gave you a fist –
and when back home once removed of you,
gave hundreds of words and letters
to a man who could never compete with you.
I only replied to remain polite.
Twice denied, it’s a pity
of slight. But at least
I can say your name and think
of him at the same time.