Lost Soul?

I wanted to sell him my soul.
But the funny thing is,
he didn’t really want it.

After that, I didn’t really want it either.
And then what was I to do
with an unwanted, unsellable
soul?

So I tried again. But this time
I wasn’t selling. I was giving.
And he liked taking better than buying.

I gave away my soul; didn’t think I needed it.
Maybe I was too hasty—he walked away
and kept what he didn’t even want.