Unrequiters

I don't walk down that hallway
Anymore.
He's always there, and I know
the Score.
Charity, to impress me, his concern
For the Poor,
Last week it was art, tomorrow music
Or politics, or

You know why they don't write poems
For the unrequiters?
To start, it's as boring as hell, and
We haven't done anything to deserve it.