Maybe I wanted too much
just a simple touch.
A connection that could mend
but it seems our journey must end.

I long for a touch that dares
to show me that it cares.
To experiment and explore
but you seem to want something more.

I want to be your muse
to inspire, delight, and confuse.
You pay me with a touch
but it never seems quite enough.

So maybe I wanted too much
a hand to hold, a heart to touch.
But in this game of give and take
I realize now my mistake.

Tomaž Jevšenak