Along Non Parallel Lines

I don’t need
to like
or want you
just because
you think
you love me ..
After all,
I am just one
more
would be
poet passing
through ..
And you are
not exactly
empty handed
are you
darling ..
Drawing hard,
deep
and slow
upon your cork
tipped
French cigarette
like that ..
Are we not
just running
on empty
somewhere
along these
pseudo
non parallel
lines ..
Where it only
just occurred
to me
I don’t need
to like,
or to love
you after all ..