being strangers


the call wasn’t made.

typing, deleting, retyping,

and finally, definitely discarded,

the texts all had just a plea –

please come back! – but none was sent.

i count the hours you spent trying to sleep.

it’s obvious from the little flags of terror you leave for me in Facebook.

yet i know, never more clearly,

you are gone, there’s no us,

we are unlearning each other,

taking a crash course in being strangers.