she mentioned your name
My heart pinched
Eyes steady awaiting for her inquiry
Her: How is he?
Me: We haven’t spoken in weeks, I have no idea but
…I think about him daily
Her: You’re waiting for him then?
Me: No, I just never reach out these days
So you enjoy pain, she says
Me: …It doesn’t hurt anymore
This was the last sentence in our conversation about you.
J. Saunders
