Hit and Miss

A Poem by Ben Robinson

Just when I think we’re over,
You text me,
Four little words,
Do you love me?

I look out of the window,
I remember the feeling,
That sent me reeling,
The one that left me cold,

I almost miss,
The almost touch of your lips,
The times we made small talk,
And we’d go on woodland walks,

I can’t help but overthink it,
I like the way,
We’re hit and miss,
I like the game we play,
Where I let you break,
My heart in two.

All the dreams of California,
I know now, they’re over,
And all our 1970s free lover dreams,
I know now, they’re ripped at the seams,

I’m here on the bed,
Looking at the text,
I ignore it,
We’re so hit and miss,
Part of me likes it,
The part where you could ruin my life.

Dear my almost lover,
You make me feel blue,
But I can’t be without you,
And I wouldn’t change it,
Not one little bit.