sensing the silence
we weren’t certain which way to go
he remembered my name, it had been a week
since we first met
a delightful stretch of the imagination as i nodded
i knew you when?
these first three months will be curious
then, i’ll forget phone calls and judge
expiration dates tattooed on my eyes
you’ll learn to interrupt me
leave without warning
find a friend of a friend and move on
why she’s still here, i’ll never know
mystery, stoke the desire
i change my own voice, during daydream conversations in rooms with screens, trains of thought wrecking
rejuvenated with strangers wide eyes, those will close, taken for granted, grab a chair, remember i once loved someone who looked like you
they just nodded, even when they didn’t know the way
my questions annoyed you
then why bother?
why’d you get up?
the hush of a scuttling librarians skirt