05-03-2019, 07:36 AM
The Morning After
Your shaky hello
the first callback I had
in years.
You forgot your cellphone
on my nightstand,
only to be answered by the same mouth
you kissed goodbye
a few hours ago.
You thanked me by asking me to dinner,
and what was supposed
to be just one more night,
turned into more.
Years drained into a one-way
conversation, going on until
I stopped to notice you had stopped
long before me;
your phone stolen by your lover,
who never got an infection
from a caesarean,
who didn’t know your children’s names,
who’s voice nervously crawled
out from her throat
as I said hello.
Silence should have been our ringtone,
it could have saved us
so much more.
-From NaPM 2019
Your shaky hello
the first callback I had
in years.
You forgot your cellphone
on my nightstand,
only to be answered by the same mouth
you kissed goodbye
a few hours ago.
You thanked me by asking me to dinner,
and what was supposed
to be just one more night,
turned into more.
Years drained into a one-way
conversation, going on until
I stopped to notice you had stopped
long before me;
your phone stolen by your lover,
who never got an infection
from a caesarean,
who didn’t know your children’s names,
who’s voice nervously crawled
out from her throat
as I said hello.
Silence should have been our ringtone,
it could have saved us
so much more.
-From NaPM 2019
Time is the best editor.