Shoot

The answer should be never
to the question of when,
when I once thought
maybe,
or tomorrow,
or some day in the future.
I still think some day in the future
but I really should think never
and pry my thoughts,
heart,
and lines meant to produce laughter
another way.
This way
has been quiet
and left me sulking
a bit too long
for another jubilant greeting
or careless rendezvous.
There isn't much left between us
though he will think
never is just a thought
he can blatantly dispose of
when he pops back into my life
like a firecracker
sizzling,
taunting me to touch
the too hot.
Oh yes, I have been in awe
and still may be
of the great boom in his explosion.
I may hold my head up
and let the ashes of what once was
blast in my face again.
I may let the boy shoot
so once again, I can be his star.