“You should be in love,” he tells me We look at each other with guilt and turn away. (What revelations I suffer at your hands). Every time I cross the street I glance sidelong into traffic hoping you are in all of the cars. Behind me on the sidewalk people say hello And for days after, my heart stops. I turn around to look, brightening the way only a man who loved me would recognize But it’s Only, always, Only Always A man into his cellphone. “Hello!” he says, So sincerely that it hurts.
dear coworkers, i know you tell me i shouldn’t post poetry anyway but I WROTE this and it stripped all the line breaks, which were all wrong anyway and this has really given me new perspective and im changing it around now but still!
