you are not mine

you are not mine.
you are many things
but not mine.
you are tying up loose strings, the phone--it rings,
but me, i wait. i think i enjoy the sting.
and i breathe, in and out,
trying not to scream and shout
for your attention, which i think i need, but that must only be
my heart, again, playing tricks on me.
and you are talking on and on, the list, it’s endless obligations
but while i wait i have the realization
that maybe i do not fit into the equation
of your plans so nice and neatly as we both originally thought.
and i know now, you are not mine.