Monologues Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

You think:She's ignoring you
because you are unattractive.
That's not it!

You think:She is so attractive.
She can pick and choose.

True, but that's not it either.

You think: She can see what a loser
I am, how I am the sum of my failures.

But she sees a man like most others:
Slightly overweight, to mature
to be cocksure.

You think: She is the sum of her successes:
has never had a failure
never been blighted by despair
never stumbles.

She thinks:You are too quiet,
wishes you would say more,
so she can decide if you're interesting.

You think, perhaps its time to go-
no incentive to dally.

She thinks:If I knew him better…
liked him more…
how soon would I confess

the cancer.