Two Weeks On

I was cold. I was cruel.
I used him, bruised him.
He was wounded, rejected.
They told me to call.

I phoned. He'd meant to.
We talked, politely.
No regrets.Not embarrassed.
He'd been busy. Just busy.

Go for a drink? Absolutely.
See you then. Take care.
He didn't show. He hasn't called
Must be busy. Too busy.

Buried the hatchet? In me.
I can't be his lover
He won't be my friend
His mistake - we will meet again.